“There, all done,” she finally said, coming back into the living room as she dried her hands on a tea towel. “It’s in the fridge and should be...ready for lunchtime.”“What if they don’t even turn up?” Elliott asked as he put his game on pause.“You think they might not come?” his mother replied. He could see the look of near despair on her face as the idea registered.“These guys aren’t the most reliable, Mom. They skip school all the time. They might just skip out on this.” Elliott was torn. Half. Meantime Helen went to night school and qualified as a realtor.Helen was always the clever, capable, organized one in our marriage. Iwas the dreamer. Suzi is a ditzy kind of dreamer too and we've alwaysbeen very close.Soon Helen was making pretty serious money and was getting promoted whileI, having given up on acting, kept trying all kinds of get-rich-quickschemes. None of them worked.About ten years into our marriage the cracks were starting to show. Helenhad liked living with me. I gave her. This place is like an alternate universe. Can we live here?" she asked, not really kidding.The other four girls looked at the quizzical expression on Pete's face. They looked at each other. "We need to have a girls' meeting before you can ask that question, Kim. Later tonight. Not now." said Mary.Pete, wondering who was really in charge here, seized the moment to change the subject. "Would you like to see the first two OMG movies?" He asked, "We might have time to squeeze in two, they're not. "Hey sweetie. Where's mommy? Mmm wait a second something smells really good!"Chelsea laughed. "Yeah I got her to make those chicken enchiladas you and I love." That's just a perfect ending to a perfect day."They both walked back into the kitchen together and Chelsea's smile disappeared when she noticed her mother had been crying. "Wendy? Are you ok honey?" Samuel asked his wife.Wendy just nodded without saying anything. Chelsea put her hand on her mother's shoulder. "Mom what's wrong? Please.