I took off for home. Out in the boonies, where I felt safe from the trappings of society. A little background. Many moons ago two things happened.Firs..., I was left in charge of a company that builds little black boxes for agencies that use little black boxes. I had two sisters, neither of which could balance a checkbook, and my mother was still living. Living well, I might add. Dad’s last will and testament turned seventy-five percent of the company over to me, but I had to keep Mom’s checking. ‘So, when did y’all get back here anyway?’ ‘Three weeks ago now. You turn left here. Yeah, we came back three weeks ago.’ ‘You looked for a job yet?’ ‘No, there’s really no need to yet. Jack had a good insurance policy and I get about twenty-five hundred a month between money for the kids and his annuity. So I’m good money wise for now. I’ll have to get a job soon, but right now the kids need me at home. Turn right here, then go straight. That’s Mama’s house there.’ We pulled into the driveway. Humans gotta human after all. Shit happened, and life moved on. But this could not be a bad day. My bad days could not start getting this bad, otherwise, I’d have to start calling them worse days.Leaning back in my swivel chair, I closed down the internet and sighed, doubting very much that, at twenty-eight, I had Alzheimer's, as the internet search had suggested. A dull headache had started to rest behind my ears, and I was feeling peckish. Deciding that I needed decent coffee to cure my. " and she nodded to where my robe was jutting out like a horizontal tent!"I don't just like it, darling," I leered, "I love it."She watched in amazement as I wolfed down the breakfast. It was a full Ulster fry. (Google it.)The first real meal I'd had in ages.I ate the last mouthful, swallowed the last of my coffee and sat back in my chair."Wow," I grinned, "I needed that."She got up and came round to sit splay legged on my lap facing me."Let's talk about people needing things, shall we?"Her.