The bills made an uncomfortable bulge in my jacket pocket. We only worked until 6 that day, which left me a decent amount of time to go shopping. I w...nt down to the security office, but they told me my escort would be at the front exit. So I went down to the front area and a guy in a driver's uniform was slouching by the door. I waved and went over to him. "You must be my driver," I said as I extended my hand to him, "Call me Brad." He took my hand and shook it, responding in kind, "And my. "I've decided to try out for the track team," she explained, sounding as reasonable as if she were going to the grocery store for a package of cookies, all the while tunneling her way into my refuge like a badger after a gopher. "I need to get in shape and I want you to run with me."Okay, the voice was right, but the proposal didn't fit. Missy broke a sweat just saying the word "exercise."I launched a probe. "You? Track team? This from a girl that urges her mother to circle the parking lot for. I said, “It’s started. People may get crazy with this weather. We have to be careful even more than we have been.”Sharon said, “Dad, we’re out in the middle of nowhere. What could happen here?”“Sharon, how about a motorcycle gang that starts raiding and wanders this way. We don’t want to be on their route. There is an army base close to here. What if a bunch of those kids with rifles go nuts and start raiding? What if a group of farmers get concerned about strangers in their area?” Sharon. Her flight’s coming in at two in the afternoon.”“Yeah-yeah,” Bill grumbled and reclined. *The following morning, while Bill watched Dog Day Afternoon and Amanda wiped down the kitchen countertops, the doorbell chimed.“Expecting anyone?” she asked.“No. You?” He glanced over his shoulder.“No.”“What time is it? We didn’t forget to pick her up, did we? That would be really unfortunate.” Bill pouted and focused on the floor.“Oh stop that,” Amanda replied and checked her cell phone. “It’s only eleven.