Katie begins whimpering slowly and silently and increases frequency and pitch until she covers her mouth and begins wailing. Gary puts his hand on her shoulder, "We need to give him a little space, its his life and what time he needs to himself is his."

Katie flinches and turns away from the loving physical gesture, "Fuck you, Gary! I am not some overprotective, stern monster who is imprisoning him here. I want him to be with someone he loves and know he is loved. You remember last winter when he almost froze to death wandering by himself in the dark. He never would be taking those stupid chances if he wasn't losing hope. You know what I want more than anything? I don't give two flying bat shit fucks if he wants to spend time with Mommy and Daddy, I wish he had a nice girl to spend time with and care about him."

Halfway across town the Armstrong parents were dealing with their son, Andrew again at peewee football practice, "Honey, I appreciate that you went far as you could go into the woods and I know all the porta potties were full, but you see that little girl over there?" Andrew looked at a cute pigtailed girl in second grade one year ahead of him. "Well, when you pull your pants down in the front annnnnd the back she could she your hiney and she told Dad and he was pretty upset and he wants to go home now. Try not to say anything to make him upset on the way home.

Andrew mumbles under his breath, "Stupid mean girl, always following me around trying to get me in trouble!"