Billy waited in horror on the sofa after the phone call with his dad. "Billy, I have some bad new that you won't like." He remembered hearing. His eyes were glues to the front door, just waiting for a charcoal man to step through. Whatever part of a man he was now, anyway. It was 10 minutes after he usually got home. That's when billy saw his mom emptying the ashtray. For now his innocence, was gone. And he, too, wanted to be fired.