A Hurried, Harried, Horrid Day!

[Guest guest]

We had many plans for yesterday.

First of all, Sophie has been bugging me to spend the night at her friend

's house. I do not know . Lou knows 's mother, Grace, from

the country dances that Lou goes to. Sophie has several times asked Lou if

Grace is his girlfriend but Lou always says, " No, " and has added that he does

not like Grace that much as he thinks she is harsh on . Lou did add that

Grace was probably interested in being his girlfriend.

He also, very inappropriately, told Sophie that is the result of rape.

Sophie did not understand what rape was as it is not something that I have

discussed with her. She was confused and said that did not have a father

at all, and that her father was a bad man who " ran up on Grace, " and that is how

was born.

is homeschooled and she and Sophie do like each other very much. Lou

apparently likes as we kept finding out that Lou had attended all the kid

movies last fall with her and not his own children. Grace paid for Lou's movie

tickets and last fall I was flat broke and could not have paid for any movie

tickets at all.

Grace and live in Grand Rapids about an hour away from here. I was not

really comfortable with Sophie going there, especially as I do not even know

Grace or . However, I finally agreed to let her do this after much

coaxing from Sophie. Lou is going to spend the night there too.

And Sophie had a birthday party to attend in the early evening, so her social

calendar was full.

's scouts were going to Ann Arbor to play laser tag, a hugely important

yearly event, at least, in 's mind.

And with 's absence, we decided to spend the day with Amy's family,

playing Magic: the Gathering, which is an activity that would bore .

Now I, in an almost autistic fashion, prepare weekly menus for my family and I

do like to stick to them. I do not mind getting off a day due to more leftovers

than expected but I do not like to change my plans too much. Last night the

planned meal was the very popular Chicken Cacciatore with Potato Gnocchi. So I

decided to fix the Chicken Cacciatore in the morning; the potato gnocchi are

frozen and just require boiling and the addition of butter and parmesan cheese

so they were a minor issue.

So I had a busy morning ahead of me which was not made any easier by the sore

throat that I woke up with.

It is my custom, on Saturday mornings, to prepare a large late breakfast/brunch

that is supposed to keep us fed until dinner time with, maybe, a light afternoon

snack. Yesterday morning, I made bacon, hash browns, grits, and scrambled eggs.

's scout bus was leaving from the parking lot of a downtown church at

10:00. At 9:15, just as the scrambled eggs were nearly finished, came

to me, very upset. " My glasses! " he cried out. They were broken. Great. It

was just the arm of the glasses though so we taped them up. In the commotion, I

forgot about the eggs and I overcooked them, threw them out and began cooking

more. I was now figuring that I would eat AFTER taking to the scout

bus as I would not have time. again came in with his glasses, and

cried out, " Look at them NOW! " They had fallen off, due to the looseness from

the taped arm, and this time they were REALLY broken. The metal part that held

the lens in was snapped in two.

Consternation all around. first announced that he could not possibly

go, but finally he decided he would after all. His eyes are not that bad; he

mostly needs his glasses to read writing at a distance.

We dashed off with Robbie accompanying us. I, with some trepidation, left

Putter at home. When I went to tell him to come to the car, he had just put a

movie on and was sitting down to eat a bowl of Cheerios. So I warned Enrique

and Sophie (who I consider better able to babysit Putter than Enrique), and

drove off to the church parking lot where the scout bus awaited him.

I let him out, and went back home anxiously and rapidly back home to make sure

that Putter had not given any trouble.

At home, I cleaned, made beds, mopped the bathroms, made the Chicken Cacciatore,

and did all my laundry for the day. Somehow the house looked much the same

despite my cleaning for Putter was setting up little Playmobil scenes everywhere

and Robbie was knocking them over, but it was clean enough underneath.

Just as we were about to leave for Amy's house, Sophie got a phone call from her

little friend Lierre, telling her that they had her walkie-talkies which she had

left there on another sleep over.

Sophie very much wanted to take her walkie-talkies to 's house. Lierre

lives out in the country in a tornado-wrecked patch of woods, in a house built

almost entirely by her father. We have to drive past Amy's house to get there,

but it could not be said to be close. But I agreed to do it.

We had to drive past a Mc's and Putter recieved the first of many french

fries on the way.

Sophie picked up the walkie-talkies and, as I was trying to turn around on the

icy dirt road that leads up to Lierre's, I managed to get stuck. It took ages

to get unstuck; just as Sophie had run for Lierre's father to help, I managed to

get the car at a slightly different angle and pull off the icy patch.

Fun, fun, fun.

We passed by the same Mc's and Putter, whose previous french fries could

hardly have begun digesting, began clamoring for more. I did not stop this time

however. We arrived at Amy's house just a mere hour after we had said we would

probably get there.

Amy and I and Cameron and Enrique were to play Magic, but as it turned out only

Cameron and Enrique played. Amy and I talked. Enrique got his Magic deck just

last Wednesday and Cameron has been playing, I do believe, for some time. He

got out a lesser deck that he owned as he did not want to discourage Enrique,

the new player.

After Enrique beat Cameron twice, Cam quit worrying about discouraging him, and

he got up, saying that he would now go and get a " real deck. " He then proceeded

to beat Enrique twice, but the third time he had some less fortunate cards and

Enrique actually won against Cam's " real deck. "

So they had fun. And Amy and I had fun also.

But it was the only fun of the day.

But unfortunately Kepler proved to have a fever after we had been there a while.

I think it was right after I was telling Amy that I was so worried that Putter

would get sick for his dental surgery this Wednesday. SIgh. Oh, well, Kepler

and Putter are in the same classroom, although at different times, so it is

perfectly possible that Putter had been exposed anyway.

We left around 4:30. Sophie's party was at 5, and 's bus, according to

the flyer that I found among his scout papers, would be back from the laser tag

outing around 5:30. So we drove off to Sophie's party, passing another

Mc's. Putter had a fit. Robbie added his cries of dismay to Putter's. I

considered. Putter eats few things and certainly would not be eating Chicken

Cacciatore. Robbie also would not eat Chicken Cacciatore, although there was a

possibility that he might eat the pasta that I would make to go along with it.

I decided to get them some Mc's food. We had some time to waste as we

were early for Sophie's party anyway. But I had no cash and it was snowing

heavily. I found an ATM, got food at Mc's for Putter and Robbie, and then

Sophie said, " Robbie is asleep. "

Oh, well.

I dropped Sophie off at her party, a couple of minutes early.

Then I went to pick up . On the way, we passed a road that led to

another Mc's Putter began crying for french fries. I handed him Robbie's

as Robbie was asleep. " Cold, " complained Putter but he ate them anyway. I ate

Robbie's chicken nuggets, figuring he would not eat them when he woke up if they

were cold. I wasn't sure he would even remember that we had gone to Mc's.

The church parking lot was empty. There was no bus. There were not even any

cars filled with waiting parents. Hmm.

I called Lou who usually does the scout trips but who had a meeting he said he

had to attend that day and so could not go along. No answer. I left a message.

Lou lives very near to this church so I decided to leave, as there was truly no

sign that any one was waiting. Sometimes the scouts pass a cell phone around on

the bus and all call home, especially if there are any delays expected. I knew

that there was supposed to be more snow east of here, from where was

coming. Perhaps there was a message on my home answering machine. And perhaps

by the time I got home Lou would be home and could pick up.

Returning home, we once again passed the turn for Mc's. Putter wept for

french fries and Robbie wept for his lost happy meal. I felt sorry for Robbie

so I stopped and got him another happy meal and got Putter his fourth order of

fries for the day.

At home there was no message. I called Lou again. He was not in.

Robbie and Putter looked settled and busy and so I dared to leave Enrique

watching them and I drove back to the church. Almost an hour had passed by.

The church parking lot was still empty. No sign of waiting parents. No sign of

arriving bus.

Boo, hiss.

I decide to call Enrique at home to see if things were okay. I dialled my cell

phone. It was answered promptly, to my surprise. Enrique seldom answers

phones. I don't even think he hears them. But it was not Enrique.. And, I

rather think, ut was not Robbie who would, I do believe have brought the phone

to Enrique. I could hear the sound of phone buttons being pushed. And then The

Evil Mr. Putt, for so I presume it was, hung up.

I called many times to the same result every time. The Evil Mr. Putt was very

very swift to answer each call. He must have been standing over the phone. I

decided to return home.

As I was nearly home, Lou called my cell phone. He was surprised that

's bus had not arrived, but he agreed to meet the bus and then to come

over to get Sophie and take her to 's house. Previously, we had arranged

that he would pick up Sophie from her party and take her straight to Grand

Rapids. But her party was closer to me than the church so I said I would pick

her up. I suggest that he cancel the visit as I did not like the

condition of the snowy roads at all. Lou is non-commital.

The snow was very heavy now and the roads were slick. I have been driving around

in it for almost three hours at this point. When I arrived home, Robbie and

Putter were fighting and Enrique was near panic attack. I am supposed to pick

up Sophie in fifteen minutes. Clearly I must take Robbie and Putter with me

this time. I ask Enrique to pick up the phone if it rings as it might be

calling from the bus. Enrique covers his ears and says, " Oh, why are

you doing this to me? "

I take this to be a refusal.

I put the little boys into the car again. Despite the continued heavy snow, I

drive a long and complicated route to Sophie's party that does not involve

passing any Mc's or roads to Mc's.

I did not mention that Sophie's party was at Putt Putt miniature golf, which,

for the winter months, has video games inside. As I pulled into the parking

lot, I realized that there was NO WAY I WAS TAKING PUTTER INTO PUTT PUTT.

Definitely no Putt Putts for Putter Putters.

I would never get him out again. So I parked directly in front of the door

where I could continue to keep an eye on Robbie and Putter and where, hopefully,

Putter would be unable to see what wonders lurked within the building as he

might just decide to leave his seat and move, permanently, into Putt Putt. I,

still standing outside, leaned my head in to see if I could glimpse Sophie. No

sight of her. I remember I left the keys in the ignition, and, as I do not like

to underestimate Putter's abilities, I decide to remove them. When I, once

again, open the door to Putt Putt and peer inside, I see Sophie. I call for her,

trying to make my voice heard over the blaring music, and she finally hears me

and comes, surprised, that it is me and not her father.

We drive home the long complicated way again.

When we arrive, Lou is there. He quickly checked the church parking lot, saw

that the bus was not yet there, and then decided his responsibilities were over.

He has decided to go to Grand Rapids after all and, apparently, he has decided

that I can pick up after all.

I am not happy. Lou seems to sense this and he says cheerfully that I will not

have to pick up . He points out that there are three scouting families

in our immediate neighborhood and that it is, in fact, very likely that

will just be dropped off. It does seem likely to me too. Those three

families are very active in scouting and seldom miss a trip.

He agrees that two hours late is rather a lot and he says, snippily, " When you

dropped off, was the bus there? I mean, did you see him get on the

bus. "

Well, really! What does he think? Naturally the bus was there. I do not leave

my child in an empty parking lot.

" Oh, " he says, " Well, did you get out and chat with the parents and the scout

leaders. Lots of times changes in plans are announced at the drop off. "

Um. No one told me that changes in plans are often announced at the drop off,

and I DO NOT CHAT WITH PARENTS WHEN PUTTER IS AT HOME WITH ENRIQUE.

In fact, I practically do not chat any more.

I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME!

This really really bugs me.

These are luxuries that I simply do not have. If I knew that the printed flyers

were likely to be inaccurate, then, I suppose, I would have got out and asked

but why should I have assumed that?

I am furious. Both at Lou and at the scout leaders for having such a casual way

of passing on information.

Sophie comes to give me a hug and whispers that she will call me as soon as she

gets to 's. Naturally this never happens, and I am sure that Lou simply

did not let her call. He has done this before. And I realize that in the

confusion over , I have failed to get Grace and 's phone number

so I cannot call to check.

Finally I heat up the Chicken Cacciatore and prepare the potato gnocchi.

said that he would not eat if the bus stopped for dinner because he

loves this dinner so much. So I do not put it away yet, thinking he will call

any minute.

No call.

finally calls at 8:30, three hours after the time that the flyer

listed for pick up. His voice is very small and soft and shy. " Can you get a

ride home? " I ask him. " Um, no, I don't think so? " " Oh? Did the Arnolds go? "

" No. " " Um, the Cudneys? The Blazaks? "

No. No one that lives near us or that feels he knows well enough to

ask went on this outing. Great.

My throat is killing me. My ears hurt, and I am developing an nasty cough, but

I am going out again, it seems.

I am not happy.

I pick up and he can tell I am angry, although I am not angry at him.

He did not have any idea that the trip would take so long, but it does seem that

he and I were the only ones who did not know. Other parents were waiting there.

No one passed a cell phone around to call parents and let them know of the

arrival time.

ran out of money and someone gave him four dollars for dinner. He had

spent all his money at laser tag, assuming that he did not need any dinner

money.

He is most apologetic.

Later that evening, when I have collapsed into the welcome oblivion of sleep,

wakes me up. " Did Sophie feed her goldfish? " he asks. Apparently at

first I say that she did not. He yells at me, and I, startled awake, sleepy and

ill and exhausted, really yell back at him.

Yuck, yuck, yuck.

Salli who doesn't suppose anyone actually read all this but who just really

really needed to write it out and get it over.

[Guest guest]

Salli,

You need a big hug <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<hugs>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

Sounds like a horrid day to me too. I hope you got a decent night's

sleep and are feeling at least a little better today.

Debbie with twins

- Jordan (ASD) 2.5yo

- (NT) 2.5yo

[Guest guest]

>

> You need a big hug <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<hugs>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

>

Thanks. At least cyber hugs don't pass on illnesses.

> Sounds like a horrid day to me too. I hope you got a decent night's

> sleep and are feeling at least a little better today.

>

I feel rotten.

And I am not going ANYWHERE today.

Salli

[Guest guest]

Well, I read it and it sounds like a horrid day to be sure!

I hope you're feeling better soon. Do you think it is now your turn to get

the strep?

Sue

[Guest guest]

> Well, I read it and it sounds like a horrid day to be sure!

> I hope you're feeling better soon. Do you think it is now your turn to

get

> the strep?

It better not be.

Salli

[Guest guest]

Aahh!! It sounds awful!

Lou, as we all already knew, is an ass.

I don't understand the whole him and or Grace or whoever thing. Or

why he would not allow Sophie to call you to say she got there safely. But

I hope Sophie had a wonderful time and is home safely now.

I will pray Putter remains healthy at least until his dental work has

healed!

" Oh, why are you doing this to me? " in response to " Please answer the phone

if it rings " does not sound especially promising. How is Enrique? Are you

having any luck getting him help? Is he still off all his meds?

I, too, would be quite upset at not being told what time the bus would

return with my son! I suppose next time you will have to have go

and ask and come back to the van. Argh!

I hope you very much enjoyed your day of not going anywhere!

-Sara.

[Guest guest]

> He also, very inappropriately, told Sophie that is the result of rape.

Sophie did not understand what rape was as it is not something that I have

discussed with her. She was confused and said that did not have a father

at all, and that her father was a bad man who " ran up on Grace, " and that is how

was born. <

WTF??????????????????????????????

what does it matter anyway?

i hate that man

[Guest guest]

> Salli who doesn't suppose anyone actually read all this but who just really

really needed to write it out and get it over. <

whew! i did actually read the whole thing. i hope you feel better soon.

[Guest guest]

Oh man what a crappy crappy day. I so hope it all gets better for

you. Get to a doctor!

[Guest guest]

I too read the whole thing, and can honestly say I have NO idea how those of

you with more than 1 child do it. I go bananas with my one, and he's not

even that " bad " .

Hugs to you Salli and hope things look up soon.

ellen

Re: A Hurried, Harried, Horrid Day!

> Salli who doesn't suppose anyone actually read all this but who just

really really needed to write it out and get it over. <

whew! i did actually read the whole thing. i hope you feel better soon.

[Guest guest]

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

In fact, I practically do not chat any more.

I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME!

This really really bugs me.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

This really bugs me too. I miss so much information

because I'm busy chasing and making sure he

doesn't dart into the street. And if I ask about

something I missed, I usually get " Well, everyone else

knew " . Ug

>>>>>>>>>

Salli who doesn't suppose anyone actually read all

this but who just really really needed to write it out

and get it over.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I read it all and now I'm exhausted for you. Sorry you

had such a lousy day hon.

Tuna

=====

mom to:

, 8, ASD

, 4, NT

Normal is just a setting on the washing machine.

- Whoopi Goldberg

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Salli

First I'll tell you my little phone trick. When I use to live in NH and my

mom was in PA we made HUGE phone bills. So to cut down on expenses and let

us know after a visit that she had made the plane ride home safe (or I had)

we let the phone ring twice and hand up. This also has worked well for my

stepchildren so they don't need to use any money but I do know that they are

home safe.

Second, I think Lou needs to take a long walk off a short well I'm sure you

know the end of that sentence.

Third I've felt that sore throat also as has had a cold this entire

school year. Mine bothered me for a couple days BAD and then lessened off.

I hope you have a nice cup of something hot and get a good night sleep.

Enrique... I think if he can't at least answer the phone that you should drag

him everywhere you have to go. This will naturally put even more on you but

it will take him away from whatever he is doing and hopefully motivate him.

Or maybe just the threat or doing this?

Hugs

[Guest guest]

is the result of rape. Sophie did not understand what rape was as it

is not something that I have discussed with her. She was confused and said

that did not have a father at all, and that her father was a bad man

who " ran up on Grace, " and that is how was born. <

>

>

> WTF??????????????????????????????

>

> what does it matter anyway?

Yes. Weird thing to tell a little girl about her friend, isn't it? I think

it might be a Daddy Issue: he wants to make sure she knows that he is a

pretty good daddy compared to some.

He needs SOMETHING to make himself look good.

But I thought it was nasty.

Salli

[Guest guest]

----- Original Message -----

>

> Yes. Weird thing to tell a little girl about her friend, isn't it?

Not weird, absolutely stupid!!

I think

> it might be a Daddy Issue: he wants to make sure she knows that he is a

> pretty good daddy compared to some.

s sperm donor isn't a daddy so he's not really comparing himself to

anyone other than a rapist, of course, I'm sure he doesn't see it this way.

>

> He needs SOMETHING to make himself look good.

Not a very good try!

>

> But I thought it was nasty.

Oh very nasty! What a horrible thing to put into the mind of an innocent

child! I'm very glad that she isn't now questioning what this means. I

hope she doesn't say anything to about this.

By the way, I also find it quite odd that Lou is also spending the night

there. Great way to confuse the kid, huh?

You don't have to respond to this, just thought I'd throw in my thoughts on

the matter.

Sue

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 2/24/03 10:10:08 AM Eastern Standard Time,

bunnytiner@... writes:

> I quit leaving Putter at all for about a year and I am still extremely

> nervous when I do leave him.

At Lowes they sell a burgler alarm for $5 that sticky tapes to the door frame

and the door. When disconnected it blares very loud. I have one for 's

room just in case she learns to unlock the door. This is my biggest fear.

Hugs wendy

[Guest guest]

>

> First I'll tell you my little phone trick. When I use to live in NH and

my

> mom was in PA we made HUGE phone bills. So to cut down on expenses and

let

> us know after a visit that she had made the plane ride home safe (or I

had)

> we let the phone ring twice and hand up.

It's a good plan. Currently however Putter has fixed my phone for the

answering machine to pick up almost immediately (I have no idea how Robbie

answered so fast when Lou called; he must have been right there) so there is

scarcely any time for two rings. I cannot seem to find the owner's manual

for the stupid phone to change the number of rings. I guess I could ask

Putter...

>

> Second, I think Lou needs to take a long walk off a short well I'm sure

you

> know the end of that sentence.

Oh, yes.

>

> Third I've felt that sore throat also as has had a cold this entire

> school year. Mine bothered me for a couple days BAD and then lessened

off.

> I hope you have a nice cup of something hot and get a good night sleep.

I had a gin and tonic. And I went to sleep very nicely indeed. But the

sore throat is still here. However, I am fairly sure by now that it is just

a cold as I never ran a fever and basically I have cold symptoms. Not nice,

but not all that awful either. However, I am supposed to clean my house

today and Robbie and Putter do not have school so that should be Super Fun!

>

> Enrique... I think if he can't at least answer the phone that you should

drag

> him everywhere you have to go. This will naturally put even more on you

but

> it will take him away from whatever he is doing and hopefully motivate

him.

> Or maybe just the threat or doing this?

Oh, it isn't busyness that stops him from answering the phone. It is fear.

Sigh. A bit harder to deal with, alas.

Thanks for the idea though. I wish he was just being an obnoxious teenager;

the usual sensible answers never work with Enrique.

Salli

[Guest guest]

I'm very glad that she isn't now questioning what this means. I

> hope she doesn't say anything to about this.

Yikes! I never thought of that. But Sophie is pretty tactful about

embarrassing things so I hope she will be here too. I just DO not see why

she was given this information and it worried her clearly since she told me

about it.

> By the way, I also find it quite odd that Lou is also spending the night

> there.

I am not happy with the whole arrangement. I strongly considered just

forbidding it, but then I started to think that Lou might just go anyway and

it seemed it would be better to agree than to have him sneaking off places

with her.

I think this poor woman is attracted to Looney Lou and she has already had a

hard time in life (or so it sounds) and she really does not need HIM.

Salli

[Guest guest]

> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

> In fact, I practically do not chat any more.

> I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME!

> This really really bugs me.

> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

>

> This really bugs me too. I miss so much information

> because I'm busy chasing and making sure he

> doesn't dart into the street. And if I ask about

> something I missed, I usually get " Well, everyone else

> knew " . Ug

>

Oh, yes. I remember a couple of years ago when Putter was very attached to

me and trying to get me to stay put all day long in the computer room chair

that I was asked to attend a meeting of parents on Sophie's soccer team.

It was to be a brief, ten minute meeting, or so I was told, at Sophie's

school. Sophie's school is two blocks away.

I did not leave Putter alone with Enrique and any more as he got

so frantic when I was gone. But....ten minutes? Two blocks away? I had my

cell phone...

I went. It was the stupidest waste of time I have ever seen. Parents with

NT kids who they could actually take to such a meeting all chattiing.

I could not figure out why I had to be there. Nothing that they told me

could not have been put on a piece of paper and handed to me. Oh, yeah,

they wanted parents to volunteer for various things. Ha! I do not

volunteer for ANYTHING.

Finally, I leave.

As I come around the curve to my house I catch a glimpse of Robbie, aged

two, running up the driveway. Then I see Putter standing in the garage.

He had opened the garage door after searching through the entire house for

me.

Enrique and were engaged in an Important Nintendo Battle while

this was happening. " Oh, aren't they watching television in the other room, "

they asked me in surprised voices.

I quit leaving Putter at all for about a year and I am still extremely

nervous when I do leave him.

Salli

[Guest guest]

> Yikes! I never thought of that <

it was my second thought. right after the thought of how evil lou is...

> I am not happy with the whole arrangement <

yeah, that bothered me too, but then i thought he might say it was because of

the long drive. i do wonder where he slept tho...

> I think this poor woman is attracted to Looney Lou and she has already had a

hard time in life (or so it sounds) and she really does not need HIM. <

ha, no, she certainly doesn't! i wonder if she knows he's telling people,

children even, that she was raped...

[Guest guest]

<

>

> yeah, that bothered me too, but then i thought he might say it was because

of the long drive. i do wonder where he slept tho...

>

Me too. But I think I'd best not ask Miss Sophie. She probably isn't

thinking about it. Just have to wonder.

>

> > I think this poor woman is attracted to Looney Lou and she has already

had a hard time in life (or so it sounds) and she really does not need HIM.

<

>

> ha, no, she certainly doesn't! i wonder if she knows he's telling people,

children even, that she was raped...

Yes.

Salli

[Guest guest]

> But I think I'd best not ask Miss Sophie. She probably isn't thinking about

it. Just have to wonder. <

oh, no, i wouldn't ask her either.

> i wonder if she knows he's telling people, children even, that she was

raped... <

> Yes. <

is that a yes- she does, or a yes- you wonder that too?

[Guest guest]

> I think it might be a Daddy Issue: he wants to make sure she knows that he is

a pretty good daddy compared to some. <

yeah, ok, and when is his sentencing?

i'm sorry i'm so put off by this, but i just can't believe it. i mean, lou has

done some pretty awful things in the past, but this one is just downright cruel

(((((((((((((((((sophie))))))))))))))))))))))

[Guest guest]

>

> > Yes. <

>

> is that a yes- she does, or a yes- you wonder that too?

>

LOL, I got interrupted and sent that kind of fast. I wonder too. Surely

she would not expect that he would tell her daughter's friend???? You would

just assume common sense would encourage Lou to keep it a secret.

Of course, she doesn't know Lou.

Salli

[Guest guest]

> > I think it might be a Daddy Issue: he wants to make sure she knows that

he is a pretty good daddy compared to some. <

>

> yeah, ok, and when is his sentencing?

March. Poor Sophie. The day that the newspaper article came out about his

conviction happened to be the day that her class studied the newspaper in

detail (you know the deal probably, they get a bunch of papers and the class

sort of learns what to look for). Well, they do Thursday's paper every week

and the article came out on a Thursday. Sophie knew that there was

something bad in that paper and she was frightened the whole time that her

class was looking through it. But then she relaxed because the article

simply wasn't there.

I think her teacher must have removed it.

>

> i'm sorry i'm so put off by this, but i just can't believe it. i mean, lou

has done some pretty awful things in the past, but this one is just

downright cruel

Yes. I do know that HE will not see it that way. I am not sure he knows

that children are real.

>

> (((((((((((((((((sophie))))))))))))))))))))))

>

Thanks for caring, .

I just do not know what to do about this stuff sometimes, and I see no

evidence that it will go away. Sometimes I hope some fool in another state

will hire him but then I suppose I will have to send children off to stay

with him and I will REALLY worry.

Salli

[Guest guest]

> He also, very inappropriately, told Sophie that is the result

of rape. Sophie did not understand what rape was as it is not something

that I have discussed with her. She was confused and said that

did not have a father at all, and that her father was a bad man who " ran

up on Grace, " and that is how was born. <

Does this man have *any* redeeming qualities at all?

debbi

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