Thank you, Mom. Love you.Love you, she messaged back, but I was already asleep.“So, you were with Mom,” Zuri said the next day.We were close enou...h to the polis now to see the taller buildings leaning toward us on the upcurve of the habitat. Mother walked a few meters ahead, a factotum on either side of her, while Zuri shuffled forwards slowly, hands spanned across her low round belly. Two of the featureless white automatons flanked us, close enough to be of immediate assistance in an. “Wanna head upstairs, or look at pictures all night?” she says a sly tone.She leads us upstairs to her room, second room on the left down a long hallway. It’s a simple room, painted blue with white clouds. There is a twin bed, a nightstand, and a desk, the closet is off near the window that faces out to the road we pulled it off.I move closer to Lauren, holding her from behind. I kiss her neck softly, smelling how wonderful she is. Her curly red hair smells of lilacs. I bend down slightly as my. The sun was going down, and we would to stop soon when we caught sight of the horse. Martin and the dog were nowhere to be seen, but the horse was running as fast as she could in our general direction. We raced to intercept the horse, and I whistled when we got close enough. The horse heard me and veered in our direction.By now, it was getting too dark to chance going farther, so we stopped and made camp. Again, Swift Rat fixed supper, and I cared for the animals. The extra horse was no. She sat back on her couch, deep in thought. She knew this coming season would be pivotal in her curling career. It had been two years since she had been to the national finals. The first year she had to take time off from the game so she and her mother could help her sister, who was seriously injured in a car accident, raise her spoiled brat of a son. And, of course, there was last season`s debacle. So motivation was definitely not an issue. She would train and practice harder than ever, and.