Mary was taking pictures."Smile," she said brightly. I frowned. "Smile or die," she said thistime. I smiled.She disappeared to her room again then ret...rned with a pair of ladiessandals. She dropped them on the floor next to me."Barefoot and pregnant is old school. Since I doubt if you'll ever bepregnant I want you to wear those." She pointed to the sandals. "Putthem on and then join me in the spare room."I did as she said. For the next two hours I lugged books and trash fromthe room. She had. . I felt cursed. The panic began to rise in me again. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I needed to hold myself together until I figured out what to do.Whatever that would be.***After the accident they had cut my clothes from my body looking for external wounds. Upon leaving the hospital, I was provided with jeans, a bra and t-shirt in my size. The heels I had worn at the accident were still good, but I chose to wear the hospital slippers. I was quite certain I would not be able to navigate. Immediately after he was born he was passed around from one family member to the next because no one wanted to take care of him. This happened for around five years before eventually they abandoned him at a clothing store, telling him a random lie, and then drove away without looking back.It was a few hours later that day where Veronica Smith and her two young daughters, Grace and Charlotte Smith, found Marcus who sitting outside on the curb. When she saw him sitting outside with no one around. "It was child-scrawled letters slanting downward as the edge of the canvas neared." That's weird..." Oh yeah, it was also done in Crayon." Ben shook his head in disbelief. "My friend and I laughed so hard we started crying! And then we couldn't stop making wisecracks about the piece. Some of the gallery's, uh, more refined visitors sighed, rolled their eyes, and snorted over our behavior. Of course that just made us laugh even harder."Ben pictured the whole vivid scene in his mind, smiling all.