Oh yes, he remembered that he had promised to help his mother’s old friend Auntie Mabel move in to her new house just up the road from theirs. He h...d never met her, apparently she wasn’t really his Aunt but was just a very old friend of his mother’s sister and after being widowed a few years ago had downsized into a small flat close to his mother for company. He got up, washed and dressed and ran down to the kitchen. His mother Doreen, who had been up since 7am made him some tea and toast and. She asked if he was okay. He said no and seeing as he wasn’t she tried pulling him closer against her body. He moved closer. And even closer. He knew one thing. He knew he loved his mama. He loved his mama a lot. “Mmmmmm, that’s better isn’t it dear?” she finally said as his head seemed to anchor itself on the corner of her body. He nodded and she smiled at him. Her pajamas, as soft and silky and clingy as they were felt wonderful to him as his head rested on the corner of her chest. “I’m so. Sam pulled back and looked into the chestnut colored eyes of the boy who had grown into a man. She remember Timmy as her partner in crime, spying on the adults, sneaking away and going for midnight swims at whatever hotel they were staying. They weren’t bad kids, but they were kids, none the less. Now, this man was holding her, protecting her, and consoling her. She felt her heart swell. “How was graduation? Where are you going to college?” Sam fired her questions one right after another.. “This is Marcos, our driver.”“Oh! Doc, you both startled me.”“Good trip? Anything we should know about?” Doc asked.“I don’t believe so. I didn’t see anything suspicious. Not that I would have understood anything that was said around me,” Wesley laughed. “Did you expect that I would be followed?”“On a journey like this, I expect it at every turning,” Doc said. “Marcos, this is Wesley Allen, our colleague.”“Happy to meet you, Mr. Allen,” Marcos said. They got into the taxi where Margaret was.