Some had prior engagements, but all wanted the family to have some private time.The driver, Zeno Bowler (really), double-parked and opened the doors. ...Best hurry, Mr. O'Neal. I hear there's a lot of police around here. Don't want to get a ticket." Don't sweat it Zeno. I know some people. Load up, girls, before we get a citation for parading without a permit."When the driver pulled up to the restaurant Pete told him to try to park nearby and join them inside. "No can do. Have to stay with the. ”James cupped his chin and thought about the implications of this. Suddenly an idea struck him, and he could no longer sit still. “The Lab Skay! There’s something we gotta try right now!”Skay grinned madly seeing James getting excited over an idea. For the past few days, James had been playing Guildmaster and hadn’t been in the lab as much. Without him around, Skay had noticed a good deal of his research slowing down significantly. Although it wasn’t so bad as to significantly limit him, it was. “I was a concerned father,” he replied.Dinner was a lavish affair, the kind I didn’t care for, but have learned to suffer through while looking as if I was enjoying myself. Sometimes, my job as occasional host aboard Pickup Truck requires my presence when we host foreign dignitaries. Every so often I was requested to make an appearance, other times my presence was pointedly discouraged. Personally, I preferred not being requested. I had ten tuxedos and an equal number of expensive suits in the. "Immortality. And real immortality, not just the bogus crap all those spiritualists peddle back home. Isn't there an allure? Wouldn't there be?"She'd spent the early evening giving him, as much as her memory allowed, a word-for-word recounting of her talk with Joe. The idea had clung strongly in her mind. "My granny knew so much," she'd told him. "I still remember talking to her about stuff when I was in my 'teens, in my twenties, and she'd pitch in with little homilies about how it was when.