Walking down to the street Mark was focused solely upon the task at hand. After the tirade with his mother he had almost said to hell with it and let ...he little bastard ass just keep her. Sighing, he knew he couldn't do that damn it! That little shit knew it too, that's why he had grabbed his mother.The look on Mark's face, if seen by anyone on his way there, had them turning and fleeing in the opposite direction. Little did they know, Mark had every sensor, every weapon cloaked and hovering. Hennesey would always have chores for him then, until it was time to serve breakfast and clear away the used dishes for Marie to wash. Then he was off to rouse His Lordship, waking him and getting him up, if possible. He bathed, shaved and dressed the lord and by then it was time to make the rounds of the manor, collecting soiled bed linens and clothing for Suzette to deal with in the laundry. Then he disappeared, she knew not where.I knew where he went, of course. Had the house been full,. Julie had donned her chainmail shirt and she handed me mine. I hadn’t really intended to wear it, but I complied with my wife’s unspoken command. Julie unclipped her PDA from her belt and snapped a picture of me and then took another one of Scratch and Scout. They had no idea what Julie had in her hands or what she was doing, neither man asked but inquisitive eyes followed her activities. She took a final picture of Zetia, and then asked her to load our mules, while she fiddled with her PDA.As. Still, it had taken four days of leisurely driving to get back to Wychbold from Utah, dragging the Geo Tracker behind them, of course. Once Roger had gotten over his snit about Fords or nothing, he agreed it made pretty reasonable sense, and he figured he might as well let Catalina win one once in a while. They'd taken a couple days to unload some of the summer gear from the new motor home, and load some carpentry tools, although Roger doubted much would be needed besides the power tools.The.