The teenager pulls the pillow off her face and lies there for another moment, staring at the wall before rolling onto her back to look up at the woman...hovering over her bed. “I’m just feeling depressed, Mama,” she says sorrowfully.“What have you got to feel depressed about?” her mother asks. “You got everything you need here on the farm.”“It’s boys,” the girl answers.“Boys?” the woman echoes. “What about them? Did you see one in town that caught your eye?”“No, I ... I don’t have one in mind,”. "Good, good. Thank you for the breakfast." Hethen turned to look down at Waldo, who was looking back up at him likea curious pet. He rubbed at his head of sweaty hair. "I hope to seeyou again soon, my dear. Perhaps you will be...a little moredeveloped."Once Leonard and Celeste were out of the room and heading towards thefront door, Waldo quickly dug into his untouched, cold pancakes,stuffing as many wedges into his mouth as he could.Somehow, the idea of being a little heavier now appealed to. Dinner that evening was just the three of them and to mark Hannah's arrival, they had fresh food, freshly cooked, rather than something prepared by the replicator."Oh my, Sarah! You just have to tell me how you get this to taste so delicious," exclaimed Hannah over each dish."No great secrets, just fresh produce and simple cooking," Sarah replied.As the meal was coming to an end, Ben sensed that both of the women were growing increasingly fidgety. It took him a few minutes to work out what was. He grabbed his wallet and keys and went out the door. She was probably fifty yards ahead of him, already on the road. She walked fast, her head down, until she got to the intersection. The evening traffic on the cross street was heavy and she had to wait for the light to turn. She was across the street before he had a chance to catch up, and then he had to wait. He squinted in the late afternoon sunlight to see where she was going. She turned into a strip mall of connected stores. She passed.