"So what do the neighbors think?" There's no real near neighbors," Emily explained. "The nearest house is about half a mile off, the guy who owns it w...s there, and he thinks it's pretty neat. I-67 is along one side of the property; it's on one of those stub ends, so there's just no one who lives close by. Woodward said that was part of why he bought the place. So, anyway, Lynnette was trying to get the township to pass an ordinance that bans people owning or shooting off cannons. The township. He had bought nothing, only used his own tools and skill to craft everything here. He only hoped she would appreciate it. He walked down the rickety stairs towards her and he could tell that she recognised him, those beautiful wide blue eyes telling him everything he needed to know. He walked up to her and stood right in front of her, smelling her, drinking in her fear as she pleaded with those doe eyes already red from crying. He knew if he ungagged her she would tell him if he let her go she. She saw nothing but the usual brainless morning fare. She switched channels. There were more commercials and bland people talking while they said nothing. Mark came in fully dressed and sat down next to her. She changed channels again and saw what Sam had meant about "interesting." It jumped off the screen at him. Mark's father, Joshua Cantrell stood tall in all his hypocritical glory. "Mark my beloved son, if you can hear me, please come home. Your mother and I both forgive you and want you in. They tasted as good as they looked and smelled. Really good. The beer went well with them. We both cleaned our plates, ‘no ‘Srevotfel’ as my Mama used to call them.’ I said. ‘What is that?’ ‘Mama thought that sounded better than leftovers, which is what that is spelled backwards. To my mother, stew was always a Ragu, Hamburger was always Salisbury Steak, Stroganoff was another favorite, she had other fancy words too but I can’t think of them now.’ ‘Sounds like she had a sense of humor too.’.