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Deep Concern The radio clicked on. Rock music blasted forth. Like a shot, the music woke Sandy. She looked at the clock; it was 6:15 A.M. Sandy sang along with the words as she lay listening to her favorite radio station. “Sandy,” shouted her father. “Sandy, turn that music off!” Steve Finch burst into her room. “Why do you have to listen to such horrible stuff? It’s the same thing over and over. I’m not sure it is really music, though it does have rhythm.” “I like that music, Dad; it’s my favorite. Listen for a minute; I’m sure you’ll like it.”Sandy reached for the radio to turn it up louder. “No, no, don’t do that. I can’t stand it. Turn that radio down so your mother and I can’t hear it. I’m sure that music is hurting your ears as well as your brain.” Sandy walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then she grabbed the soap and washed thoroughly, including her hair. After her shower, Sandy brushed her hair, put on her old, green T-shirt and some jeans. Then she put on her makeup and went to the kitchen. As usual, she didn’t know what to have for breakfast, so she grabbed a glass of milk and ate a piece of toast while standing by the sink. Just then, her mother, Jane, entered the kitchen. “Sandy, why don’t you sit down and eat your breakfast? It isn’t healthy to eat standing up.” “I know, Mom, but I don’t have time to sit down and eat.” “Did you finish your homework, dear?” “Yes.” “Did you brush your teeth?” “Mom, I haven’t finished eating breakfast yet. I’ll brush my teeth when I’m done.” “Sandy, why are you wearing that old T-shirt? It’s disgusting.” “Mom, please stop.” “Stop what, dear?” “Stop bugging me.” “Sandy, are you wearing eyeliner?” “Yes, Mom, I’ve been wearing eyeliner for months. Isn’t it pretty?” “Sandy Finch, you’re too young to wear that much makeup.” “Mom, I’m fifteen. I’m old enough to wear makeup. Believe me, all the girls at school wear makeup. Some have tattoos and pierced ears, and noses and tongues, too. Mom, I don’t have time to ta