Fingers moved to tickle both boys’ sides, squeezing rhythmically as they began to squirm and laugh hysterically. She finally managed to incapacitate...them, sitting up with a grunt as her mom peeked out from the kitchen. ‘Boys, get off of her, I need her help in the kitchen.’ Janey grinned, springing to her feet and making her way into the kitchen. She sat unceremoniously at the island in the center, lifting raw snap peas from a bowl and nibbling. ‘What are you doing tonight?’ ‘Heading over to. It's Christmas, well almost, as it still is a few days off, but it's snowing, so I am excited, schools out for the festive season, and dad is taking me to the local football match with his friends, I am Grace, I am twelve, and this is where it all started.As we headed outside I remember my eyes catching sight of the barometer that hung by the front door, it read -7C, 'Too cold for snow', someone remarked, perhaps that's why I looked at it, but as I stepped into the freezing air, I began to. Don’t embarrass him any more.”As I looked around the gymnasium all I saw was women. They were all about the same age, between thirty and forty years old. The perfect age to have teenage children in the Marching Band. I wondered how many were single parents like the four of us in our team.Laura told me to come to her house on Saturday for my orientation. The other women just giggled.I said, “Okay.”When I arrived on Saturday she asked me about my daughter Amber. I answered her questions and. They were both hungry, so for a little while they were silent. ‘So how did you enjoy your first morning?’ Peter suddenly asked cheerfully as he paused in his eating. Miranda delayed answering whilst she chewed and swallowed her food. ‘Well, it was for the most part straightforward enough… just basic typing, but the contents were fascinating. Formulas, tests and experiments, followed by results and conclusions, and further proposals for study… and ALL of it to be forwarded to Marcus for his.