IN THE CHAIR-The Interviewed Characters



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This page follows the conversations into the background of the charactersWhen asked the question WHY?
Part One-A New Segment in the Chair

Part Two-exposed & Out in the Open

Part Three-Penny

Part Four-Durham

Part Five-Ey Wade

 Part Six-A Christmas Party
INTERVIEWS with the characters from the novel- The Perfect Solution





We begin our interviews (in order of appearance or last to first whichever way you start) with the people involved in the novel, THE PERFECT SOLUTION. The Perfect Solution is a novel of a horrendous and unimaginable act. Through a series of mistakes that occur in the overcrowded confusion of his classroom, three year old, Brhin-Kristoffer Teddi is forced by his pre-school teacher to leave the center with a woman he does not know. The Perfect Solution is an analysis of choices made by individuals and the way those choices interweave with the lives of others.
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Author: Okay, Ms. Wall sorry it took so long. All of our bottles were gone so I had to run a floor down to get water. I’m going to have a talk with the receptionist. So, let’s get to the interview.
Bertha Wall: Before we start, I just want to make it clear I didn’t give that little boy away. That silly little girl and the office worker did.
AUTHOR: Yes, we know that. We also know you let a lot of things in that daycare get past you. Our main question is ‘why did you open the childcare center? What was your main purpose?
Bertha Wall: To tell the truth my first thought was the money I could make without really having to work. I thought as the director I would be able to designate what I wanted done and just sit back and collect the money. I hadn’t counted on the staff being a hive of idiots.
AUTHOR: Ms. Wall I have talked to a few of your past staff members and it seems you had a lot of problems in the center. Children forgotten on outings, electrocution, abuse….
Bertha Wall: Abuse? What are you talking about? Let me tell you something I don’t know who you were talking with, but it’s probably someone I fired. There was no abuse at my daycare centers and I’ll sue anyone who says so. Bertha points angrily at the camera. How dare you put this kind of thing on the air when it isn’t true.
AUTHOR: What about the child whose arm was broken by that teacher? Why do you hire incompetent people? Why do you defy the law and the required child/staff ratio?
Bertha Wall: I thought you were talking about sexual abuse or something. None of that is going on. When I hire people I do the required checks and hire experienced people. You can’t tell how a person will work until they are on the job. This is with any profession. You think my center is the only one with problems? They all have them. Some are just better hidden. As for the number of children in the rooms, I can’t help it when the people don’t come to work and in the meantime the children are switched from room to room until a sub comes in.
AUTHOR: Is that what happened that day? From all of the reports that's not exactly what went on in the room with Ms. Franklin. Evidence shows there was utter chaos in that room, really in the entire center that day.
Bertha Wall: That was a mistake…Visibly upset, Bertha closes her eyes and wipes her face with a crumpled Kleenex gripped in her fists. I’ve had enough. Tell your audience to buy the book if they want to know more. I gotta go.
Bertha stands, gathers her bag and jacket from the floor and leaves the room.
AUTHOR: I guess that will end our interviews for today. Tomorrow we’ll get a chance to hear from Stephanie Franklin, the younger caregiver who gave the poor child to the abductor. See you tomorrow.

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INTERVIEWS with the author Ey Wade about Beads on a String and her other novels.







The Voice: Ms. Wade what is your belief when it comes to the significance and separation of race/ethnicity?
Ms. Wade: My belief is “I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.”

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Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History
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INTERVIEWS with the characters from the novel- The Fishing Trip



As the water rushed into the air and the odor of rot and death seeped in through her nose and flowed quickly and deeply to the pit of her empty stomach, she gagged. The small indention behind her ears began to burn, bile rose to her throat and she fought hard not to release the contents of her stomach in retaliation.
“Oh hell….” Retching fruitlessly, Penny pulled the neckline of her shirt to cover her mouth and nose. “You weren’t kidding. That….damn….water….stinks.” Her retching sounds causing a pause between each of the four words. “How many bodies have you fed to the fishes?”
“Too many to count and if I tell you….well you know the old saying"
Penny gripping the edge of the rocking boat tightly looked around at her surroundings. It was nightmarish dark. No stars, eerie clouds moved stealthy across the sky and a sliver of moonlight peered through the thick foliage of the trees surrounding the spot where the body had disappeared. It was damned spooky. If any kind of water monster wanted to jump up and grab them and pull them into the deep blackness, this would be the perfect spot. They would disappear and no one would have any idea where to search for them. She shivered in the cool darkness; they were as much a part of the shadows as death was a part of the waters.