I sighed and slapped my hands down on the kitchen table.
“I need a break,” I said and stood. William put down his pen.
“How were your grades in school?” he asked as I made my way to the living room.
“Terrible,” I said. “Just a moment.”
I grabbed the heavy fur blanket from the back of an old rocking chair and returned to the kitchen table, pulling it over my shoulders. “I was too busy fighting the war in the jungles of southern China to think about school. I used music to escape. Music to feel something aside from the hate, and spent most of my time in the other worlds when I wasn"t being used as Joe"s play thing.
“Already I had learned to shut down and control my emotions. I remember the day Piss-ant cheated on me… I slipped into one of my worlds where I stayed for three hours. I know
