You always have been. All you do is spend your days pounding on the keys of your typewriter and dreaming about being famous one day. You’re not that...talented, by the way. You’ve become pathetic and I can’t stand it.’ ‘Damn you.’ ‘If I stay, my father will find out and you know what he’ll do. You remember what he said he’d do if he ever caught us doing it. He’ll make sure you don’t get that scholarship you want so bad. Or worse.’ ‘He won’t find out unless you tell him.’ ‘I’d rather tell him. Weelock's attention was drawn to his battle plot where one of his largest fighter carriers was careted, as if targeted by his own weapons. Before his eyes, the ship erupted into a rapidly expanding incandescent ball. Two of the destroyers in its escort were engulfed in the blast, their shields stripped away, not by the blast itself, but by the high velocity storm of debris. In seconds, both were drifting hulks.Weelock had only brief moments to wonder what kind of weapon the aliens wielded that. His wife was standing by his desk, an unlit cigarette dangling from her right hand and leaning forward to read the words off the computer screen."Maggie!" Tony said, trying to retain some sense of normality. "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" Tea or coffee? What time do you think it is? Get me a whisky. You still drink whisky, don't you? A Glenmorangie would go down fine." Yes. Yes. I'll get the bottle from the kitchen," Tony said, anxiously looking at his wife. "But first, shall I turn. I told her fine we could fight about tonight when I got home from work, I told her on your way out shut and lock the damn door, and I went out to the garage opened the garage door started my car pulled out closed the door and was down the street.Later on that evening I got home expecting miss attitude to be at my door again, but what I found when I got inside was my house was spotless along with a note saying she had not been that taken care of by anyone before and she was very much liking it,.