....It’s 6:49pm now and I’m starting to worry. Maize is usually back from college by five, six at the latest and still I haven’t heard a peep. I...try to calm my nerves, pace from room to room, check and recheck my phone hoping for a call or even a text. Nothing. “Relax,” I tell myself. “It’s only a few blocks away and she knows not to walk home alone.” ...........................The clock is reading 8:27pm when my phone finally pings with a message. I almost trip over my own feet in the haste to. And looking back now, I realize she was very neutral with questions, never leading me on. Questions like “how did you feel about the makeover?” or “tell me how you were careful.” The approach got me to open up and talk about feelings but also to direct my own course.“Tell me everything you did last night,” she asked, right off.I told her about the whole evening in brief rushed sentences, slightly embarrassed but also knowing that she had probably been doing the same things at a different. ” I had never seen my father tongue-tied before. UsuallyDaddy was about the most articulate person I knew. He had to be.He was the public spokesman for his company, and a heck of asalesman to boot. Dr. Curtis interrupted my father’s blustering. “Look ather,” he commanded. We all looked at my little sister playing contentedly in thecorner. Daddy wilted. If ANYTHING would make his little girl getbetter, he would do it; if it was cutting off his own arm.. Bruce was coughing and couldn’t see anything. After the smoke faded a bit, The Joker hit him with a bat. Batman took out a small knife and stabbed The Joker in the leg. He took it out, put his hand against the wall and stabbed the knife as hard as he could through it. His hand was stuck against the wall."AHHHHHH!!!" The Joker screamed. Batman took out another knife and stuck it in his other hand. The Joker couldn’t move either of his hands."Now what are you going to do?" said Batman. The Joker.