Billy understands the rules and she has no trouble with it either.’ ‘Yeah, that’s why she dressed the way she did. Just for us guests. And that�...�s the reason she kept your last name? Give me a break!’ Ryan threw back his head and laughed loudly. He was still chuckling as he moved away to find his wife. I watched him go with a grin but I knew he was wrong. Billy kept my name because it was easier all round to maintain the house, the accounts, just about everything. I made no stipulations about. His wife kept her eyes downcast on her plate for much of his discourse; she rarely spoke, but when she did her voice was of an educated tone, and I would think she had been a governess, or a ladies companion, before joining the Reverend George Proctor in Holy Wedlock. From time to time my mind would wander, as the Rector ranted on about the government, the local population, the weather, the state of the roads, the price of port, or any of the many other subjects that raised his ire, and caused. Now Fred called it a weapon and most things whose last conscious sight, before they were transformed into slavish zombies, and had been looking down the business end of it would have called it a weapon. But it wasn't a weapon in the true sense of the word. Instead of blowing away it sucked things in. The purpose being to give alien life forms the pleasure of knowing that they were now enslaved by the Galaxy wide master race of Yrrlians. In Fred's universe killing was unheard of, and if it had. She must have noticed too because she cut in front of me and quickly sat down on it to cover it up. I sat next to her, and turned on the tv, we chose a movie and started to watch, some boring flick about a guy and this lost dog he found, I wasn’t really into it, so I pulled my phone out and started scrolling through tinder. Abby must have noticed or not have been too into the movie either because she looked over and asked, so, what do you want to do tomorrow? I don’t know, we need to get some.