I was going to head north anyway when I met Charles Fitzhue. He was a civilian contractor for the Genta military. The dozen men with him built bridges... float bridges and improved roads.This was one of their breaks to rest. I took my father's ten millimeter pistol and an old rifle. The ride north was in a smaller cargo plane and I only had a single duffle with my clothes and a couple of blankets. When the plane landed I followed Charles as everyone walked off. First we had to get a ride to a set. . and let'ssee," she continued, while looking through therefrigerator. "You could make soup, there's a..." Don't worry Mom, I'll figure something out," Mikeyinterrupted. "I'm a big boy now," he saidsarcastically. "There's headlights in the driveway. Goon, have a good time." He almost couldn't wait for herto get out the door. He was getting aroused withexcitement over his plan."Okay," his Mom said with a hint of anxiety in hervoice. After all, this was her first date since herhusband died, and. It wasn't a long message and my memory wasn't that bad, but the familiar act had calmed me, even as the words had caused my heart to beat faster."I know what you're doing. It won't work."Just eight little words. Eight little words that caused my breath to back up in my lungs and butterflies to dance in my stomach. Eight words that ensured I hadn't thought about anything else on the three hour drive here. Eight words that meant I had spent my first night here tossing and turning, restless dreams. A pair of arms wrapped me from behind. “Hey.”“Hey, you,” I said, leaning into my son’s broad chest.“Can’t believe this is really happening.”“Nor me. You don’t regret this do you?”“Not at all, Mom, home is wherever I go with you. And besides, did you check this place out? There’s a gym and indoor swimming pool and everything. Can we seriously afford this place?”The thought occurred to me too. A cold chill blew against me, raising goosebumps on my arms. Eric held me tighter, trying to keep me.