I knew her and nearly all my classmates since elementary school. I had beef with many close friends growing up, but we all eventually became cool over...ime. But no, not this bitch. We’ve literally never gotten along since Kindergarten. I remember in 3rd grade she threw my whole box of crayons on the ground in art class, and scribbled all over my masterpiece. I pulled her by her hair and I got got in trouble of course. What made me mad was I’m a horrible drawer. While she was on her Da Vinci. Just that you’re Irish.’ ‘I’m not going. I have friends her,’ Jenny said defiantly. ‘Friends like Sean. He’s with the Ulsters. They’ll hang him.’ Reluctantly, she went. First a long train ride to Dublin, then a car at night to Wexfprd where money changed hands and we boarded a fishing boat for England. Ultimately we got to Liverpoole and boarded a ship bound for New York. Grandpa had some money in his pockets, but we had little else. The Jackson family stayed in a boarding house in the Harlem. Then almost like a light switch had been turned off, Cynthia was back sleeping once more.When she opened her eyes again, she was face to face with Ed. He had somehow washed, shaved and brushed his teeth. He had opened a can of Dinty Moore Stew, and she smelled its fragrance simmering in the kitchen. Darkness covered the room except"You slept for ten hours," he whispered."I was tired," she responded. They were almost nose to nose. He leaned forward touching her lips with his. It was a nice soft. "Thank you, Don," he said. "Now, at this point, I want to throw the floor open for public comment, but I expect it to be orderly. Everyone will have a chance to be heard. We've provided microphones out there, and I would ask that you use them. Please line up behind a microphone, and we'll go from one to another."Mark shot out of his seat, but still was second in line for one of the microphones. When he finally got a chance to speak, he asked, "I want to come back to this idea of the treatment.