I felt a facepalm. I was sending dad away so as to be alone with mom and here mom wished to go with dad.I then told mom that Dad would enjoy more with...his friends. Dad too wanted to go with mom too but I persuaded him to go and enjoy with his friends. Mom became sad. I assured her that I will keep her happy while dad is away.Finally, on Friday, dad left with his friends; only to return on Monday. Great! I had 3 whole days to peep on my mother and possibly seduce her too? ;)I went to drop dad at. They were no longer husbandand wife, but rather an adult woman who lived with her adult male "youngdaughter." The man was a normal fully functional adult away from his"mom," but whenever he was around her he regressed mentally and playedout the role of daughter.At the intersection, the man in the brown suit turned left onto PaulsonDrive. As he did a big loud truck came roaring up to the intersection.The man in the brown suit scowled at the driver, a young man obviouslytrying to compensate for. When I put the phone back in my bag I realized that tears were rolling down my cheeks. They weren't only tears of happiness for my best friend.I wiped them away, took a deep breath, climbed on the bike again and turned the next corner, completely forgetting that I was in England and therefore should keep to the left side. It was much too late to do anything to avoid the car. There was a loud noise and then the ground came rushing towards me worryingly fast.Eventually the ground and I met and I. “Daddy hasn’t been home for three nights, and I’m afraid to stay home alone. Mostly, I’m afraid to stay even when he is home...”“You can sleep in the guest bedroom,” Bob told her, “But you havta call Sheriff Peterson and tell him where you’ll be. We don’t want your daddy callin’ and reportin’ you missin’.”“Fat chance,” Eva Mae responded, but she complied.That night, Susan loaned Eva Mae a ‘Lost Boys’ tee and tucked her into the guest bedroom. Sometime after midnight, Bob sorta wakened to a.