We liked the whole way you were leading up to it before, even with the dog. So again?
OK, you know it was probably easier for me to deal with people who asked me a question, "Why do the kids have to get bussed." And even when I would explain the whole story and their eyes would glaze over, at least I knew who I was talking to--I knew they were angry, but I knew who I was talking to. The scariest part of those days for me were the threats from the anonymous phone calls I would get. Ah, not knowing who was calling, especially after I'd been asleep, and I could listen to almost anything as long as I'm wide awake--and I think that's probably true of anybody--but when somebody wakes you out of a sound sleep and threatens that your house is going to get blown up, pretty difficult to go back to sleep not knowing what's going on and who you're talking to. The morning that I came down and found a brick through the front window, and found the front of the house all splattered with paint, called the police, reported it, and didn't make me feel all better when they said "You know lady, that could have been a fire bomb," and I would have probably lost the house, and never knowing who was doing that. I could probably do an analogy to you know when you loose your wallet at work and everybody's suspect. So when you don't know whose doing those things to you, and everybody's suspect. Who could have thought that badly, those were the bad times.