" Sure. Shit there goes the holiday." Pop!" I know Honey. Make coffee and have it black. I'll catch a couple more hours of shuteye and then come home....Linda and I were ready for Debbie when she arrived in the ambulance. Junior was with her and was going to stay the weekend. That was nice of him, but I suspected he was there to keep me from asking too many questions of his mother.That was okay, I wasn't going to tackle her with both kids here. I had to see Sarah Fenton anyway before I did that.. Debby took me over to the sink and washed my hair. It felt so good to have her do it...it was like a great massage for my scalp. Then it was over to the chair in front of the mirror. She first combed out my hair, continuously remarking about how she had never seen a young boy with such beautiful hair. As she took out her scissors, I screamed "Please, don't cut my hair!". Debby comforted me by putting both hands on my shoulders and said "Don't worry, sweety, I'm only going to trim your . Did you make sure to get all those chemicals off your face? Those Halloween makeups you k*ds insist on using are so filled with germs and they can destroy your pretty face that we spent a lot of money on. Speaking of, I found some of your facial scrub pads, sweetie, did you forget those when you went to school?" Mom!" Freddie had to say finally to silence her ear torture with nonstop talking. "I'm fine and I've been very responsible. I'm not 5 years old anymore." You sure aren't. You used to. You don't know. That dumb ass bureaucrat never bothered to find out what you could or couldn't do. That's so fucking typical." Looks like school starts tomorrow, honey." interjected my mother. And then to Alek, "Phil did teach him how to meditate so he's halfway there," back to me, "You'll catch on pretty quick. I haven't been able to do anything about it until now, but I have always been proud of how smart you are." You've always been ... What happened to you anyway? If you're a talent how.