She learned the young father's name was Jack. He was on leavefrom work as he struggled with his small family and the loss of his wife.Every time she ...aw Jack, he looked greyer.One afternoon, she pulled into her spot after work. In her rear viewmirror she saw Jack pull in to his spot behind her. She gathered herpurse and got out and heard the crying of Jack's two boys. The infant inhis car seat was wailing non-stop. The young son, really not much morethan a toddler himself was crying too. . Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with Uncle Cliff.“Hello, Nancy;” he laughed. “Expecting somebody else? Berry, perhaps?”She reached for the blanket in an effort to cover her naked body, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he took in her body with those awful eyes of his. She wanted to scream out for Barry or Aunt Dotty, but decided against it for the moment.“I saw your boy friend, Nancy. How. She was eating the pizza and kept some in my mouth. I drank some of the juice and gave the remaining to her. She drank and gave the last sip to me. I wanted to lick the part of the glass where my sister’s lips were placed and I got it. Similar incident happened earlier also along our parents .We used to share our dishes .But at that time we felt (at least I)nothing because we were just brother and sister then but now it seems so different still we are brother and sister but the physical. . I felt it so much from us. I think it affected him more than any of us.”“He wanted to raise a mortal son. Nothing special ... nothing incredible. He wanted to raise an ordinary boy. We all loved him even if he wasn’t immortal. I think dad had the right idea of raising him. He would have served as a link between us immortals and the mortals. Sadly that time has passed.”She chuckled, “You remember when we used to play tag with him. He would run up and grab our tails and yank so hard. I swore I.