It was a dumpy wood frame building in the Pocono Mountains; but it was our dump. It was a place where $12 bought the same kind of weekend that was once enjoyed by Pennsylvania's coal and railroad barons. It was the end of an era and we were a part of it before the final bell.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
