Speech also was not an available option to me. The mouthpiece of the suit held my tongue flat to the floor of my mouth. My days were spent being dress...d by Abigail in the multitude of clothes that her parents had provided. She wash and bath me, put on a clean nappy and plastic pants and then a dress and other girly things. I wanted to scream to be free but I couldn't even do that. I thought how ironic it was that here she was a developing girl of 15 with the brain of an 8 year old and that I. I continued to push Janice for an answer to my question. She finally relented."Mom is going thru some issues now and I wanted to help her out" Janice said."What kind of issues and how airing our lives do anything to help?" I retorted."Mom thinks Dad is cheating on her, Janet hissed out. She suspects it has been going on for several years with one of his assistants who travel with him overseas. She has found some notes and gift receipts for some expensive items" That's no proof. I rebuffed.. Once in my room I threw on a clean pair of jeans and a black polo shirt. I made sure that the shirt was tucked in before I grabbed my shoes and ran downstairs to the dining area.My mother was just bringing some toast and a pair of eggs sunny side up to my father. She looked at me and frowned."I'll just grab some toast and juice," I said. "Sorry, I tried to wake early." Eat fast," my father said gruffly. "I received a call. Valery's flight arrived an hour ago. He's checking into a hotel and will. I... oh god..." Her hands fell into her lap as she stared sightlessly in front of her. Raul reached down and pried the cell phone from her hand.He hit the replay button for the current message in the queue. A detached but slightly somber voice began speaking, identifying himself as the night duty sergeant of the Columbia Police Department.He expressed his regret at having to share this kind of news in this way, but he had to inform them that her son, Robert Taylor, had been at the scene of a.