She looked exhausted, like she had run a marathon. Her husband was going on and on about something trivial I supposed. She sat down across from me and...put the carrier on her table. The baby was crying, probably cause he was hungry and I could see that her shirt was starting to get wet. An obvious sign of a breastfeeding mom."Please just go get the car. I don't think I can make it back," she pleaded."Fine!" he responded abruptly before storming off. By now the baby had gone to sleep, but she. A few moments later, Cindy and Teresa came in. ‘So Canadian farm life didn’t work out for you, eh Cindy?’ I said, teasing her. ‘Nope.’ Cindy replied, then gave it right back. ‘No more than Apple Grove life did for you.’ I grinned as Cindy continued ‘And that’s not the all of it… when I was in my early teens, I overheard my mother talking to a friend once, and she said she and my father were separated years before, when Molly was a toddler and I hadn’t been born yet. Good thing they got back. Can we talk for a bit?” asked Captain Jones.“Of course. If you’ll excuse us, General?”I stepped toward the simulator, as did Captain Jones.We both sat down, and he pulled up the simulator on the computer screen.“I had an idea about where the heat was coming from. It seems to be (from your original simulations), that more energy was produced in traveling through the Vortex than it took to create, and send, something through.”He was right about this, though I had never thought of it quite that. ” she told me. “Claire has a daughter?” my wife then turned and looked at me, “For about twenty years now. You really need to learn the art of conversation, people say things and you listen. Then you say things and they listen.” “I listen to you, if I listened to anybody else there wouldn't be room in my head for work.” I told her. I'd been married for seven years, but I've been with my wife for nine. We had a son called Jack three years ago, and since then sex had been here and there. We both.