I, of course, rushed in to see what the matter was. What I saw was my daughter, Marsha, with the worst scowl I had ever seen on her face, standing the...e pointing at the brown water coming out of the faucet.I was about to tell her that the pipes were probably a little rusty and that the water would clear up soon, but I was interrupted by Brian, my thirteen year old son saying, "My bedroom smells like old ass!"It's true; the house did have a dank smell to it that seemed worse in the smaller. This wasn't the man she arrived with. It was not the man she would leave with. This was a phantom of the past suddenly made flesh by circumstance; they both had so much to lose but for that brief spell, barely a lapse in the beat of the music playing at deafening volumes around them, they found in each other that which they had both missed. She felt the cool plaster of the wall on her bare back, still moist from her exertions on the dance floor. His left hand cupped her cheek as she moaned. “You could teach me how to do anal.” He was quiet for a moment or two, then said, “Hey look, I mean, what do I look like here?” Meaning, who knows what? “Are you seriously telling me,” I went on, “that here I am, your bestest Fag Hag and Straight Girl In Need of Guidance, and I’m inviting you to help makeover my life so that I can become a certifiable Anal Slut, and you are not willing to help me out? You should be jumping on this!– I mean this opportunity,” I added, when his eyes met mine in a. My mother eats bigger outfits than this for breakfast. My father handles bigger legal challenges for highly placed people all the time. I really mean we could end up owning this place." Wow! So why are you still here?" It's going to take a while to get everything sorted out. I have some decisions to make, and I need more information. So, which would you rather see, changes or closing?" That depends. What kinds of changes? And what would happen to us if you closed the school? I don't fancy going.