Both Roger and I accompanied Laurel to the airport. On the way back, I asked him what he wanted to do in the near future. He said he planned to return to work, hoping to feel normal again. I told him that, in that case, I'd go back to school, but I'll come to his house 3 times a week to clean and make sure he has food to eat. He chuckled, "Biana, you are a terrific girl, but I prefer you spend your free time with people your own age."

I pretended to be upset, "Are you saying I am not welcome in your house again?"

For the first...