When Bobby went to live with Tim, I wasn't sure that it was going to work.  I'm not sure why.  Or what was going to go wrong. Just something told me that the trouble and the heartache wasn't over. Not this easy.  That had been the pattern of my life. Nothing even as a child came easy to me. My grandmother said that my oldest sister would never want for anything.  The middle sister and I would have never ending mountains to conquer. I hope she knows how right she was in her vision. 

Things seemed quiet for awhile. I heard about arguments, and fights between the kids. But nothing major. I kept my fingers crossed that it would stay that way.

Several months later, I received a phone call at work.  It was Bobby and he was in jail at the juvenile detention center.  I asked him why. He said he didn't know.  After several more attempts of trying to find out what was going on and getting nowhere. I told him that I would call Tim and find out what was going on.

When I called I spoke with Tim's wife, Dana.  She told me that something serious had happened and that it was something that we didn't need to discuss over the phone.  And if I wanted to come by the house after work she would explain everything then.  I told her I needed to know what it was.  Dana said that no one was dead or in the hospital, but that it was just as serious. And having him arrested was the only thing she could do. I told her I would be there just as soon as I got off work.  I sat for the next thirty minutes of my work day, with fifty thousand things running through my head.  Nothing I thought could be worse than I had already thought of.

When I arrived at their house, Dana met me at the door.  I could tell that she had been crying, but there was also severe anger in her face. I gave her a hug, and then we were both in tears.  We went inside, and I asked where the kids were at.  She told me that they had gone to their father's house.  To give us adults a chance to deal with the situation.

I asked her what had happened.  Dana started with that they didn't blame me for what had happened, and they knew that I was not responsible for this.  I told her to stop beating around the bush, and tell me what the hell was going on.