I can't believe I'm actually doing this. My boot covered feet stomp up the porch steps of the cabin. This morning I was across the state six hours away from Liston Hills picking up Aron- my eldest stepbrother, David's five year old son so I can get him back to his crazy mother before she died of fit mania.

My destination was a one way ride to New York and then another to Seattle the next morning.

Diamond was in the crappiest mood since I had to inform my genius and half crazy ...