Part i it was 11: 40 a. m. on the morning of october 12, 2018 and across the desk from me stood a tall woman sobbing quietly into a lace handkerchief. brushing the remains of my lunch from the chair, i offered her a seat and a coke zero sugar. "oh, mr. platau," she blubbered, "i desperately need some advice." "compose yourself for a moment. here, have an oreo," i soothed. "tell me what i can do to ." catching her breath, rebecca began her story. "in 2011 i left my husband, michael, in the drunk tank of the yeehaw junction city jail for the final time. i brought my then 5-year-old daughter, deborah, to tampa. since then, i have established myself as a remarkably successful, independent shoe repair sales representative for the palma ceia shoe supply and repair company and now, manufacturer of therapeutic footwear." "whatever, then, could be the problem