What that means and how that’s implemented is up to her.One of my friends asked me to give him my word I would discuss it with him if I actually got...to the point I was ready to do it. I gave it. With the understanding that I was not promising to not do it and that I expected to discuss the pro’s and con’s I.E. a fair hearing. He agreed.I asked my other friend if I called him the day of to say goodbye would he try any stupid shit like calling the police or would he respect my decision? I told. “Trying to impress your little boss, huh?” my husband asked from our bed.“I have to dress the part,” I said, looking at him while I put on my heels. “Some of us have jobs to keep.”“Hey, I’ma get the rock band thing going pretty soon,” he said, pulling his shirt down to cover his gut.“You’re not in your twenties anymore,” I reminded him.“Yeah, whatever,” he said, getting out of bed.I arrived at the office earlier than any other employee and was surprised to see Mr. Boyd already working in his. The dispatcher gave me his record while I chased him, I really didn't care at the moment, I just wanted to get him stopped. I came close to losing control of the Bronco more than once, Butch tried to get ahead of him and set up a roadblock, but he kept changing his route.The highway patrol joined in the chase. I was glad to see it. I didn't care who got the credit, I just wanted to find out why he ran. I had a feeling it had something to do with what was in the back of that explorer. Why else. I wasn’t the only one to laugh when Bobby walked across the stage to pick up his diploma with two grotesque black eyes and a giant bandage over his nose. Afterwards Daddy and Mom and Mom’s entire family took pictures of me outside the school (graduation is held in the gym, with a portable stage across one end) and then we drove home. I should explain - only Mom’s family showed up. Daddy left home (ran away, I think) from East Asshole, West-By-God-Virginia when he was a kid. Somehow, he made his.