& it ended that i had to add basic math sums if i wanted to take a bus to a college out of town (there is no bus or a college out of town) & i ended up figuring out i was with people in a mental hospital after taking that bus.
(there was a woman who made craft dolls with paper & put one up to the window behind us & that's when i noticed all the words she put in the centre of her snowflake doll & then i knew because i saw in her face where we were)
I was so upset you`d put us back in glencoe - who cares if you`d make more money, who cares if the apt. was bigger - it`d be so hard for me to go back there. /end dream
