I gave them all something to eat and said to Bella, “I’ve made up the spare room for you and the kids, you will have to sleep in one bed tonight, ...t’s all I have and we can make better arrangements tomorrow.”Bella just looked at me and burst into tears, she got up from the table and flung herself into my arms, sobbing. I held her tight and told her all would be good. We would figure it out. We ate together in silence. After dinner, she said, “I will put the kids down and then come back and. Then exhale. The sound of the vibrations of my phone on the wooden bench are familiar. A sound I subconsciously wait for. I pick up my phone and a message reads: ‘I’m coming over in 5. Hope thats OK’ It’s from her. But she never comes over. I take one last drag and put the stub out. Pick up my still steaming mug and bring it inside. I sit down back at my computer, open a blank page, and put fingers to keyboard to record my thoughts. My writing is interrupted- *Knock knock knock* then my phone. "Mark did you ever get another letter from your mother after that first one?" No," I said. "I can't even know if she received the response we sent."Morgan looked over at the clock. "Well, its seven in the morning. We could pile into the vans and start driving now." Vans?" I asked."Mark, we have too many people for a minivan. We have four people who head groups. Jason and I have two people in our groups so we have six between us. You can have four, but only have three, that's four more people. "Sounds like I'm in the hall," Richard said.Dave smiled and nodded. "Well, that's good, I suppose. How is the balance across the range?" Um..." Richard hadn't even listened for that. "I guess it's balanced." The bass may still be a little heavy," Dave mused."Let's see what Maria says," Jarrett chimed in. "She indicated that she would rather have the power down there, than not."Maria finished the short movement, and Dave invited her to come up to the control room."Richard's a pianist," Dave said.