We prayed at home. We prayed at church. God never said anything. God never did anything. The older sister interprets things her mother tells her to her little sister. Another home, not many miles away finds Greg telling the love of his life that he wants what his wife wants. He just knows that his wife has no problems with infertility. “We have to be honest,” the doctor tells her. Of course, her inability to not be able to bear children, as often the case with this, a result of unknown causes. “I’m not embarrassed.” Gerdie tells her teacher. “Your not in trouble, and either way I’m not going to judge you. It’s just two girls talking.” You wrote the letter from your mother, didn’t you? A little girl whose mother made the happiest memories of her life through a daily routine of sunshine and love, well that was before her mom got sick, really sick. Now, fourteen years later, she gets her little sister up, and reminds her that this is not Saturday, but rather, National Go To School Day. Older sister raises her young sister all by herself, out of both fear and concern that someone who is not family may arise and of a swift and evil hand, steal them away. But, not as if there were a couple around who the mother never ever had any children of her own, at all. “I missed you in my class, today.” Such said teacher confronts the older sister of Izzie at the grocery store. “I’ll expect you in my class tomorrow, Miss Nash.” That, and Miss Teacher person (Mrs. Freeman), wants a note from said (missing) mother authority figure. “Well, that’s white kids for you,” Her husband states, more honestly & fact than many know. As he laughs, he tells her that the kids of white people own their own cell phones and drive themselves to pre-school. But either, the mother of said white girl has cancer, or she just has a very busy life. One day, Gerdie takes her little sister to the junior high school to steal some food. After somebody in the apartment building left a space-heater on, the only home they ever knew burns down. “Are your parents here for the meeting?” Asks security. “Violation, you know what that means? I’m about to show you. You two are going down, you know that?” Suddenly, teacher comes out into the hall. She tells Neal that she has this one covered. “Your welcome…she called me Neal, I like that,” and as humorous as the elder guard and his crush on a young, pretty teacher delights him, teacher presses little sister to the ultimate core of pressure, and just like the pop rock song about same, gets to the bottom of the answer. And sure, it aint pretty. Babe (said young teacher) brings her work home to husband Greg Freeman just as he prepared a lovely Valentine Day style romantic tryst & dinner, in the way of the older sister and the little sister, whose house just burned down. She cries in the intimate hallway with him. I can’t have children. I’m the problem. She really does not want him to pray the will of God, as the answer from that last time begat this time. “Maybe we can go to the super-market and see if we can catch a sale on two more little white girls.” But pretty teacher gets angry (justifiably) about this, and tells said lovely husband that she will keep the girls until she, and little does she know that this no longer an option either, to visit said mother dying from cancer in the hospital. Her husband who had wanted a baby is in for a big surprise regarding the fact that child-care does not just include that cute three-month newborn interim, but goes on to include an eight-year old who does neither know the art of cooking oatmeal let alone a rack of lamb. Surprisingly, also, the cute little white girls who come jam-packed with a whole load of time encompassing adult responsibility may be just the recipe for love and good company for both of the families interrupted.