"You are now. Pick up your bag and follow me kid."
"That's not my bag! That's Daddy's bag!"
"It's yours now. Pick it up and carry it, it has all your stuff in it."
"Fine! Where are we going?" He picked up the bag.
Two of the adults went out the door. The two on Mommy's couch started playing with the vid screen. It wasn't time to watch vid. Homework wasn't done, and his shows didn't start for another hour.
"You're going to your new home."
"I don't want a new home! I want this home," he growled, "Daddy is going to be very angry when he hears about this! I want Mommy!"
"Your dad is dead kid." The mean adult grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair, "Your mom died this morning, with seventeen other people when that freighter crashed and struck her tram, on the way dow
