i sense something is not right, well actually petey is clearly telling me, not like i'm a seer. i know what he's telling me but i can't articulate it, actually i can't say it here, but why not, his dad won't read this... no, someone else might though. anyway petey may be asking me for help, but what can i do. all i can do is make the connection. things have to work out, we have to work things out, some things don't work out, it's working in a sense, petey may not be the happiest petey but a lot of us aren't. we have to make do and help each other as we can. petey peed in bed i will say, and pa admitted petey told him he had to go and pa waited til petey couldn't hold it, course he could have gone by the door, but, pa punished him anyway, he didn't whoop him, but something. well petey seems kind of low, his spirit kind of broken, i don't care, i care, i gotta say it.