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December 3, 2006
The kids are driving Elaine crazy. Just crazy. She slips through the pantry and down the cellar stairs, which she has recently painted a deep red. Once in the cellar, itís restful and quieter. She can still hear the thunder of the childrenís feet as they run around her tidy old house, but itís muted and she doesnít have to watch them careen around, putting her possessions in peril. She doesnít dare tell her difficult, adopted daughter that the childrenís behavior is unacceptable. She just takes a break, then goes back to the battle. She loves them all so much.