A Taste For Trouble

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ted a child and left me on a beach close to the shore. I

washed over me, but didn't move m

ay, which was stupid. They could've just tossed my wailing

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r and brought wherever and when I wasn't claimed, they thought whatever and threw me in foster care. So

re kids, but didn't want to repeat the long process of giving birth, nursing and nurturing

ves two ready-made kids: Troy and I. Plus

ies. They aired weekly on a Christian channel, toured the world from Africa to Israel, feeding t

aily two hour long prayer meetings. Still, Jaime and I were unreformabl

And while Troy was busy trying to please his new parents and answering all the questions in Bible study sessions, Jai

Jaime was born to dance; he only got to watch and practice dance moves when our parents we

een, he left the comfort of his parents' mansion and went out on his own. He was admitted into a dance academy, and n

y his side. I think his exact words were: "I need you everywhere in my life, Alice. In every spa

ck to opt out of going to church, and as soon the Roberts were gone, I packed up and ran off to live with Jaime in his dingy

ehind him, telling them he wouldn't allow them to take me from him. But as usual, the Roberts were calm and humble and told

odernistic split-level home and had it redesigned so that the top floor would be mine, with two bedrooms, two and a hal

from our 'worldly' desires. They assured us they would continue to pray for

cquired his Bachelor of Theology and M. Min. Degree, became actively invol

I'm exaggerating. Even though in my e

d him. To choreograph them, that is. A few months after we moved into to our new home, he landed a job

de job. A year after that, he blew up. The T&S artiste he'd worked for rated him so hi

. Bigger clients. Bigger bucks. Remember whe