Then I got a phone call that I thought might just save me - it was my boss, calling me in to work. Could I work? Sure I could. Did it bother me he'd sent me home the same day? Nope. I hadn't been paying attention. I'd be more careful this time. Besides, someone had called in sick who was supposed to be working later than normal hours.

A knock on my door as I was getting dressed for work (again) had to be my mother's, I'd guessed, but it turned out to be Sandy with Sally in tow.

"Yeah, that's right," Sally had snapped at me (or maybe just...