Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat."I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in th... middle of the front seat." Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?"I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger side door. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat down. "See plenty of room. Here mom sit next to me." I tried to sit next to. Bad eating and little time or discipline for exercise had Alan sliding into potentially dangerous condition. So far, the deterioration was mostly in the health indices, rather than appearance, although 'fleshy' was becoming an accurate description.Men are supposedly clueless, not tuned to the subtle signals that announce changes in a person's attitude or outlook. Police officers, however, are the exception, since reading people is sometimes a matter of life or death. It only took Roger looking. The Eternal Flame brought us back two weeks after we had initially left. Still, everyone was glad to see us. The main house was quickly reopened, and we remained there for nearly a week before returning to our Reality to do a little studying for our upcoming exams. We made sure to take British Army uniforms, muskets, and a variety of other items with us when we returned. Grandfather Mark later showed them to some of the people who he knew in the re-enactment movement.Our college exams were over. I went around to the passenger side of my car and opened the door forhim."What's this?" he asked."This time, I asked you out," I said. "It's my turn to be chivalrous."He laughed. "Well, thank you," He got into my car, and I shut the door.I went around and got into the drivers side."You look very pretty," he said."Thank you," I replied starting the car and pulling out of my driveway."I'm the driver. You can be DJ."He shuffled through my CDs and picked up "Live," "Nice. Throwing Copperis a great.