This time they clustered around Susan and the apologies this time felt a lot more convincing.Mom rose to about 30 metres and we silently made our way ...o our destination across the city. We came close to towering apartment and office buildings and could see in some. The girls seemed to have a voyeuristic tendencies and looked for anything of interest. Some of the couples they saw had not yet begun to engage in sex. The girls wanted to see them, and wanted Mom to drop some probes then wait and. He stopped by the front door to pickup the post and amongst the usual advertising rubbish was a letteraddressed to Mrs. Joanne Rushbury. Rushbury he knew was his mother'smaiden name but he didn't know a Joanne, then it struck him, it must behis grandmother's name. Apparently she had lived with his parents untilshe died, a year or so before he was born. Intrigued, he opened it andfound it was a confirmation letter for his grandma's placement at a Carehome some 20 miles away from here. Mystery!. When I stood in front of the judge this time, I was sure I would be behind bars for some time. In the past I was lucky and got off with community service, but this one was “different”. With some effort Mrs Banks managed to convince the judge to let me finish school. The rules were very clear, until the new semester began, I had to work in a local youth center for over 300 hours and during my last year in school I had to live with the Sanders. They're friends with Mrs Banks and agreed to take me. A spoiled single c***d of a loveless marriage that ended up with me having to travel between my lovely states of California to Canada. Now I was spoiled, only because my dad made me that way. But that's a different story then this.No, this story is about my trip home from visiting my dad right before my big legal 18 birthday.It was a late and tiring night for my Mother and I. We've were just leaving the bus port to home, back in the US. I sort of hated Canada in the winter because it was too.