You sat on the couch in your living room and your younger brother, Grayson, was coloring at the kitchen table. You were eight and Grayson was five. Your father, Raymond, didn't come home last night and your mother, Allison, was trying to call around to find him. She was currently on the phone with a hospital. "I was looking for my husband, Raymond Chestnut. He didn't come home last night after the riot at Stadtler's," she said. She waited a few minutes before replying in a sarcastic and frustrated tone, "How silly of me." She knew that the hospital wouldn't treat him. She then slammed the phone back down on its hook. She was still obviously frustrated at the fact that she couldn't find Raymond