It shattered the mirror that was on my wall. Great, I thought. That’s all I need, more bad luck. My parents had gone out to dinner earlier that nigh.... They couldn’t be dead. They were just late. They just had car trouble or a flat tire or something. They were alive, I told myself. I’ll sit up and wait for them, I decided. So I sat up that night and waited for my parents to come home. I waited…and waited…and waited. I was waiting for the impossible. It finally settled in then. My parents were. "Yes, Sir, full power for the entire thirty minutes," she held her daughter tight. "Yes, Sir, I'll send you a videotape of each session."Kathy could hear Grand Dad's voice rumble from the telephone, but couldn't make out his words. "Yes, Sir," Mommy affirmed, "Becky is to do fifteen minutes a week starting when she gets back from Japan and I'll tell Christi she can ride, too." Kathy could feel Mommy tremble. "No, I'm not sure when they're coming back." Yes, Sir, we'll be ready," Mommy switched. It was obvious the attackers, though having set up a good ambush, were seriously outclassed by the defending squad and were relying more on volume of fire rather than accuracy. True they had the numbers, but they most certainly didn't have the necessary skills to survive what was coming at them.Yet this was the moment Marcus had been waiting for, the drifting dust in the valley gave him an indication of wind speed and the distance of 2000 metres was easily within his range. Marcus felt his. I met them there, with a three-foot high wire fence separating us. "You've got a lovely daughter, Ms. Martinez," I said. Not particularly inspired, but a decent opener, I thought."Thank you, Mr. Warren!" she replied. "And you've got a lovely ball club, there! We haven't been this good in five years!"That was news to me. The Bluefield club's recent history wasn't something I'd studied. In the minors, every year is pretty much brand-new."We were pretty impressive tonight," I agreed."It was fun!".