The things that Q told me yesterday kept going through my mind last night. I had a difficult time going to sleep. He talked about flies being on him. I can only imagine that the boy was actually with his mother when all the things with the car or truck happened to him. She kept him in the vehicle with her and whomever else she was with. No bathroom. No where to go to relieve himself or get washed up. He probably did have flies on him.

I don't know how Stephan/Stephanie plays into all of this. Mr. Whitfield says that he is the father to one of Q's brothers. If he is the father to the second of the four boys this is not a good thing. Q's mother said that her second son's father was the one who sexually abused Q. It all seems so far fetched to me. It's like a bizarre dream that I've created in my mind or that this kid has created in his. And yet I know that some of it is real and that he believes all that he says. I did not hear his voice change until lunch time when he finally revealed that his mother was in Alabama. Then the sexually agressive personality came out and began talking about my breasts. Luckily I stopped that before he went any further.

Linda says document. Maybe I can use my journal as some sort of documentation.

All I know is that I'm not ready to start my day. I don't want to spend the day restraining or trying to calm down an aggitated child.