There was no anger; just an affection and what seemed a sense of worry. His mother?James never remembered her looking that way. The woman he remembere... was older, almost fifty. It was a rare moment when she didn't criticize him, and the concern that this woman was showing was totally the antithesis of that scorn. An instant or two went by before James finally realized that she was his mother, but she had gone through some radical transformation. She must have had one of those makeover shows do. “Charles?” She took a step closer. “Charlie, is that you?”“My name’s David,” I said. “David Millward.”“My God!” It was barely more than a whisper, “You’re so like him...” She cut herself off, and cleared her throat. “Let’s get your machine under cover and safe. I expect you’ll want to make a call to tell people where you are?” She didn’t wait for a response, but moved up to the Ranger. “Come on, I’m pretty strong, even at my age, but I’ll need your help to push.”There was a shed – small hangar,. " Only being able to mumble, I will have to wait and wonder what diabolical activity she is now planning. I was soon to find out.Next she arrives with my portable work light from the cellar that she positions over my crotch area. Taking a pair of scissors from her pocket, (is she going to give me a hair cut there?) she cuts the shorts down the middle and then down each leg, and also off from the front of the waist band. By doing this she has exposed my entire crotch and I am unable to keep. Or at least, normal American life."But she ignored him and began organizing the players. They had rented a pair of Texas Hold'em table tops, but instead of using them on their legs with tall chairs around it, they'd set them atop overturned milk crates and surrounded them with sofas, recliners, cushioned chairs, and piles of throw pillows.Once every one was settled, Leena explained the rules. She breezed over the basics of poker itself, then explained the peculiarities of Texas Hold'em.