The Proposition
It was six-thirty when I finally got home from work on Friday night. Walking through the kitchen into the living room, I saw Danielle’s two children, Elizabeth and Steven (or Lizy and Steve as I called them), sitting in front of the television, watching an Indiana Jones video. ?Is your mom upstairs?? I asked. Lizy nodded her head and said: ?She’s getting ready for her trip.? ?Her trip?? I said, wondering if I’d heard correctly. ?Mom said that she had to fly to California this weekend for...