Melissa took a moment to think before she spoke again. "Mrs. Rasper, I am the Educational Services Officer for Ohio District 45. That means it's my duty to see that every child in the district under the age of sixteen is receiving the best education possible for them. I am here as an advocate for Cameron. I want to help get the best for your daughter. My concern in your situation is that you work sixty hours a week. I don't see how you can work that kind of job and give your daughter the education she deserves. I just don't see that it's possible."
                          
"I get up at four AM every morning and grade my daughter's assignments from the day before. My daughter is up by five and we go over her work and I assign her reading and worksheets for the day. I can track everything she does on our network, so I know if she's been unproductive. If you were to test my daughter I'm sure that you would find her in the top ten percent of kids her age. I take her education very seriously."
                          
"What time do you leave for work Mrs. Rasper?"
                          
"I'm out of the house by six."
                          
"You're up at four and out by six, so by your own admission you're only dedicating two hours a day to your daughter's education..."
                          
"Yes but..."
                          
Melissa held up her hand to keep from being interrupted. "It's simply not enough time for Cami. It would be different if she were living in a two parent household. I watched the STS from the interview you did with my predecessor last year. She raised many of the same concerns that I did and you assured her that your husband would be joining you shortly and would be helping with Cameron's education." Melissa looked around the room as if expecting to see Mike Rasper somewhere. "That hasn't happened has it?"
                          
"No, we're very worried about him. He knows where we are and he would've gotten word to us by now if he could've."
                          
"When was the last time you saw him?"
                          
"In Chicago before we left. He'd lost his job you see, and he faced arrest under the employment laws, so he joined a work crew headed to Atlanta. My sister arranged for my job here, and he was going to join us as soon as he could organize work papers for travel."
                          
"You never heard from him?"
                          
"No." Elizabeth said.
                          
"Michael Rasper was arrested in Atlanta on May 16, 2039. He is currently in detention, did you know that?"
                          
Elizabeth Rasper shook her head slowly. "No." She said. "But he was promised work in Atlanta. If there wasn't any work he could've gotten trapped through no fault of his own. Was he charged with unemployment?"
                          
"There were no charges," Melissa said, "he's being held as a terrorist. He threw a rock at a policeman."
                          
"That's terrorism?"
                          
"What would you call it Mrs. Rasper? It was an act of political violence directed at an innocent civilian who was just trying to do his job."
                          
"I'm not defending throwing rocks at policemen, I'm just surprised it's considered a terrorist attack." Elizabeth rubbed her hands together, betraying a nervousness that Melissa was trained to look for.
                          
"When you were living in Chicago with your husband and daughter, were you a part of any group or collective?"
                          
Elizabeth assumed that she already knew the answer to the question, so lying wasn't an option. "Yes, we were part of a non-political food collective, organized through our church. If we hadn't participated we would have starved to death sometime in '38 like so many others."
                          
"You pooled your resources to obtain canned food and the like?"
                          
"Yes," Elizabeth said, "and we started small-gardening initiatives and traded labor for food with other farmers."