Mom stepped into the room, handed it to me, then left, closing the door.I could tell that Mom wasn't mad at me anymore. I didn't know if it was my sta...us as a hero, my status as just released from the hospital, or just because Mom didn't hold onto her mads.I was just glad she wasn't. I was one of those misfit teenagers who actually liked his parents.When I'd gotten back from Robbie's yesterday, I dropped off Paul's bike, then headed home for the inquisition. One look at Mom's face and I knew. Saturday and Sunday I divided my time up between my five mates. I had been gone all week. I felt they and I had been short changed out of our private intimate times together. I reinforced how much I loved them and missed them. We spent time together at home and over at the gym working out as a team.I made sure that all of us stayed proficient in the self defense training and the offensive skills I had taught them. The strategy was that in an emergency we could go as a response team to one of. .." Okay, if we do go for Robert's idea, we'd have to be fair about it; the rest of us should be naked, as well. Does anybody have a problem with that?" Not us" said Luke, "Suzan, Jake and I are always naked at home."Ginger hesitated; "I've never done it but it can't be that bad, can it. What about you, Tommy?"Thomas lowered his head, embarrassed. "Promise you won't tell Mom?" What," asked Ginger?"Before camp started, Henry and I used to play 'Robinson Crusoe' in the woods by the stream; most. After the funeral, the heartbroken parents fell into each other’s arms and cried themselves to sleep. That night they both had the same dream. They were together at the funeral home, standing over their son’s casket. After a while they realised they were not alone. God was there, too. ‘Why have you done this to us?’ Anger took hold of them and they cried out. ‘Why have you taken our son? You didn’t even let us say goodbye.’ God didn’t answer. Instead He took the two in His arms and held them.