Now that
Then, I went to
When I knocked on the door, Welf's mom greeted me and welcomed me inside. She said that Welf was in her room so I headed down the hallway for it. What I saw when I entered, was shocking. I appreciate
See. Welfy has a problem.
I found her like this when I walked into her room. She had OD'ed on Big Red. I didn't know she was afflicted, or I never would have entrusted her it. Apparently, when she gets started she just can't stop. I tried to revive her, to get her conscious but it was no use. She just stared glassy-eyed at the ceiling unresponsive.
Later, after the Big Red had run its course. I made her include the pack with the single stick of gum left in it, to try and shame her out of her denial. My apologies to you, Paul for your one-stick gum pack. Obviously, you are a man who knows how to handle his Big Red responsibly, but a lesson had to be taught. As for the rest of you, I'm sorry you had to be a witness to this tragedy, but I know it's for her own good. Maybe with our understanding of the problem and our support, Welfy will be able to get the help she so obviously needs.