Her father searches the neighborhoods of West Los Angeles, looking into each car parked on the quiet street.  He searches frantically from one car to the next until finally; he comes upon the one where she is sleeping.  He pounds on the window until she looks up; his face peering down at her.  In her fear she acknowledges him, and then reluctantly opens the door.  He yells at her, "Get out of that car right now!"  He drags her to his car telling her, "I have to take you to the police station because you're a runaway now so you're not allowed to go home."  She doesn't know who to be more afraid of him; or the police.  She only knows that once she made the decision to run, there was no turning back.  As she quietly sits on the hardwood chair, an officer, with one knee resting upon the floor, looks at her and asks, "Is there a reason why this girl is running away?"  Her father, upon hearing the question, begins to sway back and forth, and crumples to the floor, the officers catching him.  She sees all of this out of the corner of her eye, but remains in her pose with her hands in her lap and her eyes downcast.  She only feels shame, and self-loathing, and in her silence awaits the impending punishment.                         

If life gives you lemons, sometimes you have to make lemonade!