" OK mom, I'll be there in a sec."I put on a pair of cut off's and a t-shirt and walked out into the kitchen. Mom was standing with her back to me coo...ing something on the stove. Dad was nowhere in sight. "Mom? Where's dad?"He got a call from the office and need to go back home for a few days, I don't expect him back until Friday." She picked up her glass of wine and topped it off and I noticed that the bottle was almost empty. That was strange because my mother normally didn't drink very much,. Backyards with Stanton shelters, a precast steel reinforced tubular structure used mostly at airbases were once again planted with roses instead of vegetables ... a bad move.Britain was years away from self sufficiency. Parliamentary Allotments Acts insured that Victory gardens, or Dig for Victory Allotments were continued well past 1950. As the realization spread that Britons were still dependent on the Americas' for survival the roses came down and the veggies went back in. Clean up in the. Twenty-three people in all.We did have a reception, and it was noisy, at the Pasture—well where else; it had sentimental value. It was June 3rd, 1997; and I was what I’d never thought that I would be again, married.The Hardys had been apprised of Glory’s pregnancy, but now, she was almost five months along and it was becoming obvious and something of an issue, not a big issue, not yet, but a small one at the least.Zoe was eight-years-old. The bad guys, and yes, I still saw them in that light if. Her mother is nary English or Scots. She’s American.’ Cien looked at her quizzically. ‘What the devil is an American?’ ‘America is a country far to the west of us, across the great ocean.’ Cien shook his head. ‘I have ne’er heard of such a place, Healer. I think ye’ve drunk to much wine this eve.’ Maggie chuckled again. ‘Nay Cien. Tis you who is blind. Your lady Rose is not Lady Rose at all. Her Christian name is Regan Sheppard.’ Cien watched her carefully, and the Healer watched him just as.