"Bob, it wasn't a little one, was it?" I felt Don and Mom listening in."Fairly decent one. Probably low to mid five. I can't see much in the house whi...h had any problem; one glass in the kitchen fell over and broke and that's about it."Don told us, "I've got this monkey on my back and it's trying to fuck me in the ass. Good thing it's stuffed cotton or I'd be in a heap of hurt."Mom: "Bob, thanks for getting us to move those books over the bed. It would have been very unpleasant to have them. ‘That’s OK, sweetheart. Just your identifying him for us was a big help. I’ll try to keep you posted on what we find out. But I won’t be able to give you many details. I can’t compromise the investigation, and it’s also for your own safety, you know.’ ‘I know,’ she sighed. Oh, Tom…what about your safety? I worry more about that… She slid off his body to lie beside him, her head cradled on his right shoulder. She listened as his breathing deepened and became even. Sleep peacefully, my love…I’ll. " Oh, good. Now listen, could you say goodnight to my sister-cousin, and my other cousin? We have things to do." We do?" Sure do. No, give her a kiss, silly." Not on my cheek, dummy. Steph, did you teach him anything?" Not yet. Right, come on." What about Heather?" Oh, yeah, go on then."I reached forward and kissed Heather carefully. She seemed a little less indestructible than these two, especially after the story. "You alright, Heather?" I'm fine. That story makes me a little weepy, even. Maybe I’ll do some catching up on whatever’s going on with my Dodgers,” I said.“Do it,” he said.“Hi” said Lana, “how was the party?”“Good, noisy, but good. You shoulda come,” I said.“No, no, when I’ve got my period and I knew that all of the talk was going to be an endless parade of battle field lies, I had to choose between my sitcoms or noisy liars. Easy choice.” She couldn’t see the sitcoms of course, but she could listen to them, and she always did.We went to bed. Tomorrow would be another.