Suzy: 'I don't wanna live in a car anymore. I wanna sleep in my own bed'
D: 'I'm sorry Sweetie, but we can't go back there anymore.'
S. 'Why? Did I do something wrong?'
D: 'Of course you didn't do anything wrong.'
S: 'Then why can't we go back?'
D: 'Because it isn't our apartment anymore; somebody else is there now.'
S: 'Maybe if I ask real nice they'll let us stay there?'
D. 'It doesn't work that way Sweetie.'
S: 'How come Daddy?'
D: 'It just is Sweetie. It just is.'
S: 'Can we fix it?'
D: 'I'm sorry Sweetie. It takes money to fix it and we just don't have enough.'
S: 'How come?'
D: 'When I was fired from my job, we used all our money to eat and pay rent. And there isn't any more.'
S: 'Can you get another job and get more money?'
D: 'I'm trying Sweetie, I'm trying but maybe I'm losing hope.'
S: 'Why Daddy? Why?'
D: 'There are a lot of jobs but right now those jobs don't pay enough to buy food and rent. Seems like companies want us to work for free.'
S: 'Are you mad about it Daddy?'
D: 'Maybe. Maybe I'm mad about it.'
S: 'What are you gonna do?'
D: 'I don't know Sweetie, I just don't know. Maybe we can find some other folks in the same fix and try to get the rich people to pay attention to us.'
S: 'Don't they have to pay attention to us? Isn't that their job?'
D: 'You're right Sweetie. It is their job but some of the rich folks out there write laws and stuff to keep them from doing their jobs.'
S: 'Why Daddy?'
D: 'I don't know Sweetie. I really don't know. Seems like they want to take everything we have. When we don't have money, then they take our hope and our peace of mind.'
S: 'Are they bad people Daddy?'
D: 'I really don't know Sweetie. Maybe they just don't even know we're here.'
