It doesn’t look it on the map, but there are long, long stretches where, as you go up-and-down on the hilly terrain, you can see the road stretching...out straight ahead of you, all the way to Cheyenne. There wasn’t a lot of traffic either, and the most interesting thing I saw was a beat up white car passing me – and I was doing over 80 MPH – with a dent in the back that someone had painted ‘OUCH’ inside. I guess that was cheaper than fixing it! I tried listening to the radio, having to keep. There was no such thing as privacy, no alone time, no quiet. Wherever one looked, miserable faces looked back, everyone’s ears filled with the voices of others, no matter how much they wished for sleep.Even in prison, there was blissful silence at times. The guards enforced it with threats of brutality, but at night, a prisoner could close their eyes and relish the quiet. If they had private cells, they even enjoyed a modicum of privacy. There was nothing like that here. Private space was. There were several used condoms in the wastebasket. Of course there were two roommates. But it was not my place to question.Her roommates returned as she was bobbing on top of me. We were introduced without uncoupling. Dorm rooms were not the apartment style ones like nowadays. Each student had a single bed, a desk and insufficient storage. Thus there was no privacy except in the bathroom.The new arrivals undressed as if I wasn’t there. Meg whispered gleefully, “It’s normal to look.” I really. We were on our own. The thing that was most surprising to me was that the twins didn't seem to care one way or another. It was a couple of months before I found out why.It seems like over the past year their mother had been distancing herself from them. The connection that they once shared with their mother disappeared and they thought that they knew why. Janet was already making her plans to bail out on us.A month went by and then two and no one heard from Janet. And then what my father had.