 The next week was Thanksgiving. I went to the store for things for dinner. When I got back home, I found Billy and his friends smoking marijuana. Soon after that, the mobile home was repossessed, and so was our car. After all the newspaper publicity about the big drug bust, Billy wasn't able to get a job. At the same time, he wasn't allowed to leave the state. I called my parents and asked if I could go to live with them in St. Louis. They agreed, and I went. Later, when the law would let him go, Billy followed.