leggings - foster stuff

A little time after I reached the Ee's, Mr Ee took me to see the other 'foster children'. I had become an icon, the only chlld to be known to be able to earn, and also to have money within grasp, through family, wills, etc.  

 

He said to me, before we went, "This will be the very last time you'll see them.  They depend too much on you, and not only for the money."  He knew of Grandfather's and my plan to help them to put money into a partnership with them, so that they eventually developed "Foster Homes".  Grandfather said that houses were always in demand.  it would be a good investment.  Mr Ee was annoyed, annoyed that I had to go, I had to sign the contract.  He couldn't refuse as it had been agreed before I went to live with them.  

 

As usual, despite my health problems, the foster children at the meeting were demanding.  They insisted that I had more than a usual share of talent and that they did not have the same capacity for making money.  Of course now the book market has flattened due to the recession.  What price talent now?   I felt that the money we put in made our situations more even.  I signed the contracts.  I was told not to tell them I wouldn't see them anymore.  I was exhausted, and Mr Ee took me straight home.  

 

He insisted I had to become a real child, so that I would eventually grow up.  It was pure Erickson.  Every stage had to be passed, and since all that had happened, I had another chance to develop more naturally.  

 

I think in the end, they became rich and I became poor.  I  never received any money from the investment I made.  Mr Ee took it all over.  It was a long time ago.  I suppose it might lead to my 'real identity' being known though.  I'm not sure I'd want to change my name now.  I'm comfortable with the current label.

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I'm not very well again tonight.  Sometimes I wonder if they put together another company after foster homes went flat.  

A more locally named one perhaps and went into back garden developments?  And are they now my tomentors?  We were never friends -  and the edge was always very close.

 

Some have noticed how rich a church is locally.  Or at least their conregations.  Is this a red herring?  Or a sympton of something sinister?   The person who told me was quite indignant.  Christians aren't supposed to be so well heelled.  Or perhaps they are.