He asked, “Why?”Embarrassed, Ling said, “I lost my job when I married into the family. I haven’t been able to get a position that doesn’t re...uire me to be gone for months at a time. So while everyone else is going all over the place doing things, I’m here at home.”Understanding how she might feel about that, Ed said, “Oh, I didn’t realize that. Is there anything else you would like to be doing?”This was a question that Ling had asked herself hundreds of times over the past few months. She. . gives better hugs is you. Why can't I hate you? I'm trying." She gave a tiny sob and snuggled in closer."He was born in 1925. Berlin. His parents were upper middle class. Both engineers, my grandfather, a designer for the aviation industry, my grandmother, in civil planning. Highly educated and well paid, both had missed serving in the First War. Essential personnel, I believe. They were killed in the bombing and all the family records were lost in the fires."The Jews were destroying. I am working some overtime, and then grabbing drinks with the girls.”“Got it mom.” I said as I kept walking to the front door. She tended to go to the bar after work and most of the time she would get drunk and meet some random guy who would bring her home. I would usually be in my room, but she is not a quiet talker, so I would hear everything they said. They usually ended up having sex, and I mean loud sex, then he would leave because he was finished and she was passed out.As I walked to my. I lay still as I let my senses come to full power and become wide awake. I was in bed with my mother again. "God, that just sounds nasty!", I thought to myself. At least I hadn't woke up to find my hands touching my mother where I shouldn't be. That had happened more then just a couple times. At those times, I would ever so slowly move them from impropriety, with the utmost care. I was sure if my mother, the very proper Lorna Hagen were to awake and find my hand anywhere near her breasts or God.