She’s still our grandmother, after all. And Aunt Jacqueline and Aunt Jeanette are still our aunties, too,” Cassie declared, even as Hector held he... hands and let the ancient woman cry on his shoulders.“Soon enough, we’ll be burying Mom. The last thing that Mom would want is anger, rancor, bitterness, and hate. Dad was the same way. He wanted our family to be a close, loving one. And though you never met them, Grandma, Aunt Jacqueline, Aunt Jeanette, and Aunt Margie, let there be no doubt that. Now most people would just wait until something went wrong on the family car, and use that as a teaching platform. Some people would buy an antique car and rebuild it. Sherry and Alex weren’t like most people. They bought what could only be called a junker. In fact, they didn’t buy just one, they bought five which they affectionately named, Amos, Bertha, Chuck, Dick, and Elmer.Sherry said, “I would like to introduce you to Amos.”With a raised eyebrow, Ted asked, “You named the cars?”“Of. It was three hours until the trucks neared the top of the pass; we found the soldiers were mostly young kids from MCRD San Diego. They were with a group of soldiers that was led by a man named Rigs. I wondered if that's who Mike was waiting for. They were heading to Nellis hoping someone was still there and the civilians had joined them on the way. Then I had an idea. I tapped on my com and asked Mike to the office."What's up?" he asked as he arrived."I would like to invite this convoy to join. Clark, and it felt wonderful. I had to find a way to let her know, without her just patting me on the head and fluffing it off. We sat by each other on her couch. She had on a white low cut blouse, a red short skirt and her hair piled up on her head. She was turned towards me with one knee up on the couch and her arm up on the back of the couch. I had on my regular school clothes except I had on shorts with a elastic waist. I had my note book over my crouch to cover a hardon I knew I might get..