”“These work fine.”“No, they don’t fit you hun. You need to have something to support you.”“Well you really don’t have to buy me anyth...ng.”“Its fine. I’d go with jeans and a tee shirt. It will be comfortable.”When we got in the car, she sat in the back seat, and for some times there was no noise. Then she spoke, “So, what do I need to do since your going to be buying me clothes?”Mark looked at me, “Hun, you don’t need to do anything. Its our job to get you clothes.”I looked back at her and. "I'm uncomfortable." Bullshit. I've been watching you sleep for the last 20 minutes. You couldn't have looked more comfortable if you had been sleeping on a cloud." OK, so I'm mentally uncomfortable." Bullshit."She sighed. "Fine. I liked waking up like this a whole hell of a lot and it scares the shit out of me. Happy?" Ah, good. A little honesty." You gonna let me go now that I've been honest?" Not on your life."She sighed again. "You're impossible." You love me."She looked at me with a start.. I set to work sorting out the mess the removal men had left after dumped everything and Shirley sat at a desk taking calls and chatting to me all morning. Lunchtime came and she offered to go out for sandwiches for the two of us and while eating she basically interrogated me about my life without me knowing. I was twenty, verging on being a computer nerd, worked for myself, had little social life because of work and somehow extracted how many times I have had sex. I was no virgin but I could. "But that's my point. From what little I've studied the public schools in this city, the odds of finding a general one as good as Bradford don't seem real good. That's not to say the magnet schools aren't pretty good, and the private schools can be among the best anywhere in the country. Julie and I had basically been focusing on private schools for just that reason. It's not easy to get a kid into a reasonably good private school on Manhattan. I have no idea what the situation is here on.