That' me, Little Neal, on the sailboat, ready to go. The workers are back. Dad and I tried to go out the front door - plastic. We tried to go out the back door - plastic. We're trapped in here with them pounding away on the outside of the house.
Mom can't do anything but watch television - somebody shot a lot of other people.
Oh, by the way, don't listen to Camille. She thinks she knows everything.