When I was little I didn’t have many friends. At least not for long. I usually wore out my welcome so fast. I’d go over to their houses and eat all I could get my hands on. For a while I was workin’ the Debbie Foote connection. Her dad was a Baptist minister. I really liked Debbie and not just for the cookies and milk her mom had waitin’ after school. I was over there one time and I ate nearly a whole pan of chocolate chip bars. I knew they had been reserved for some church function. Her mom was so mad; she threw me out. That next week I found out that Debbie’s brother had committed a terrible awful sin . . . he’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant. She said the whole house hold was goin’ nuts. They were all cryin’ and crazy. Rev. and Mrs. Foote just up in arms . . . how could this happen . . . where did they go wrong . . . had the good lord deserted them . . . what were they gonna do now? Debbie told me everything. I went home with her that afternoon. They didn’t even notice me when I walked in the house. I didn’t figure they would. I knew they’d have alot more on their minds than a hungry 5th grader.