Seventeen year old Misty Cellars lives in a double-wide trailer where she bargains with a local drug gang to keep her mother out of prison. After losing her father to heroin, she is invited to a weekend church gathering, or so it appears. Instead, M...
Jenna's dad's fervent attention to detail came in handy as he recounted the tale. As Jenna came to learn, the boys home was being overrun by the what became known as,"the virus". Everybody on the grounds knew about it. They'd even gone so far as to limit visitors, or, at least they claimed this was what the one parking space labeled, "V" enforced. In reality, it was unclear if the rule was enforced, and he'd learned not to question the many strangers he saw throughout the years. In a strange way, they even became familiar.
As he explained to Jenna, when he pulled through the gates to work one day, he saw the fishbowl-esque lobby of the main building was full of boys, as usual. Pulling into his parking spot, he took a moment to notice the empty, "V" space. As he badged in to the fishbowl, he mulled over how normal the place could seem.
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In fact, in isolated snapshots, you could easily imagine you were viewing young college students enjoying one another's company in the lounge area of a dorm.
Her Dad'd been assured by his supervisor that the virus didn't concern him. "Nothing to worry about, bub," Ron had said, jovially patting him on the back in an act of hybridized comforting dismissal.
Her Dad wasn't so certain. "I'm no scientist," he thought, "but what kinda virus could infect these young healthy kids that wouldn't be of concern to the likes of me?"
It wasn't the only time he'd felt in the dark in that job. Heck, this was small potatoes compared to some of the other stuff he'd seen. "What other stuff?" Jenna had wanted to ask, but bit her tongue to let him continue.
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For one thing, the place had the boys go to way more doctors visits than was normal. One day, he'd had enough, "If this is some Larry Nasserman shit," he'd shot at Ron, angry after being dismissed when he asked why the boys had to be going down to the other building so often. "You'll be sorry."
He stared Ron down, gravely.
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Ron, unable to hold his gaze, let out a small, awkward cough. "Listen. You and I go way back, yeah? Look. All I know is they got them doin' regular blood draws, that's all. I know as much as I'm tellin' ya. Honest."
Looking into Ron's eyes, he could see that his friend was trying to be straight with him, but how straight, her Dad couldn't tell.
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