Her mother, Mary, just laughed and told him to join the 21st century. In spite of her own beliefs or upbringing she accepted what she knew she couldn�...�t change or control. Smart woman, I thought. After supper, while Mary and Abby cleaned up the kitchen, Darren motioned me out to the front porch. He offered me a seat in one of the Adirondack type chairs. ‘I know it is sort of old fashioned and old school, but what are your intentions toward my daughter,’ Darren asked as he lit a cigar. He offered. Of course, neither of us wanted my mum, Rose, to know about our special sleeping and entertaining arrangements because we were both certain it would make her irritated with both of us because of our close family connection. As far as she knew, I was just trying to save money living with my aunt nearby my place of employment and all we shared was expenses.I do remember the cake was delicious.The nicely dressed Mary in her Sunday best was sitting back on the sofa and I tried my best not to stare. Apparently, the male survivors were disposed of in a similar manner only it was more in a covert manner and not an overt display of justice being dispensed because the survivor's only crime was to still be alive.He had seen the yellow buses filled with youngsters being convoyed back to the special training camps up in Nevada and he hoped the wide-eyed children had retained some memory of their last days of freedom because the government would do its best to erase it from their. Blue noticed a symbol on the ground in front of the altar as they finished setting things up. It looked like a buxom mermaid holding a skull. He’d ask while pointing at it, ‘What is that for?’ Buck look to where Blue was pointing and reply, ‘That’s a sigil. They are symbols of the spirits. Most spirits have one. They are needed for attracting the attention.’ Buck soon noticed the sun setting from the bedroom window, he would turn to Blue and say, ‘Thanks for the help, but I can take care of.