DEEP THOUGHT

I can hear my father's fury toward my mother as he says, "You told me you only needed money, but what the heck! You're performing an illegal transaction? What's in your head that you don't know how to minimize your terrible decisions? " Not present is Elizabeth. She insisted on being there at the ranch near San Diego. Once more, we are hiding our true identities. They are here, and I just got home. They are fighting over something about which I know absolutely nothing. What does dad mean when he says "illegal transaction"? Gosh. I retreat. For now, I don't want to be noticed.

I enter my bedroom. My amazement at my dresses not being in their proper placements. I take a look at my bookcases. It is utterly disorganized. I doubt that thinking about how disorganized my room is would allow me to sleep. I start setting my dresses in order. I took care to arrange everything in its proper color-red location. It took me an hour to finally make my clothing seem presentable. Every scratch paper o