She was a reader and always had a book on her lap annoyed when I interrupted her with one of my silly questions. I harbored a suspicion that she was a...closet carpet muncher but her personal life was her own business and I certainly was not one to throw any stones.The night shift belonged to Deputy Angela, the pint-sized edition of Julie my favorite secretary. I silently labeled her “mini-Julie” because she was exactly like my pregnant employee with the difference that she was almost a foot. It was no surprise to Brent that both sets of parents were mostly supportive and generally non-accusatory as they heard the story. Jeanette was only partially relieved, but understood that it meant there were no secrets to be revealed in surprise from some other person. Everything was out in the open.Brent was also adamant that Jeanette should seek professional assistance to help her understand what provoked her decision. Whether that would be a psychiatrist or a psychologist was undecided, but. Instinctively I started head-banging to the insane tempo.“There you go,” said Erin. “Show me your moves. Throw down like you used to in the mosh pit. Er, did I say that right?”“Close enough,” I said.Self-consciously, I began twitching and stepping to the crazy beat with half-hearted motions. I remembered it well: too young to get into clubs, my friends drove to the woods with weed and whatever booze we could steal from our parents. We cranked Gojira and other metal bands on the car stereos and. I snapped a quick pic and texted it to Melissa with a big smiley face. I turned the lights down low, pulled the comforter back and propped myself up in bed. Arranging my outfit, I called-out to Liam “Hey, honey, why don’t you come see one of the things I bought today?” I heard a non-committal “okay” and waited. He didn’t come-in. Sweetly, I repeated my invitation, “Honey, are you coming?” With a sigh, I heard him get up. As he entered the bedroom, instinctively he went to turn the lights-up,.