I started ending up at Dad's.First few times, I think he really tried incorporating me into his life alongside whichever wife or girlfriend he was wit..., but it became readily apparent that the women in Dad's life weren't the types to want to be raising somebody else's daughter. I found that if school was out, it was easy for Dad to write a check and send me off to one camp or another.Somewhere in one of the cycles where I was with Mom, I started playing violin in the school orchestra. Mom. Not like the frumpy, pathetic mom he saw here before him. Not this station wagon he had married… ‘When will you be home tonight?’ Ellen asked and sat his plate down in front of him, along with the customary salt and peppershakers. The acrid smell of burnt eggs attacked his nose and forced him to set back a little. ‘Not sure,’ Mark shrugged and watched her bring him his glass of milk and mug of coffee. He folded up his paper and added, ‘It’s finals week, and I do have over three hundred papers. My skin felt cool and dry, when I thought about it, so I might have been there a lot longer than I first supposed.There was no pain.Anywhere.For the first time in four lifetimes, I was pain free.It felt so good I wanted to jump up and run a marathon.Of course, I had no idea who I was, but when I felt around my skull, there were no gunshot scars, so I wasn't Kevin, which meant Teri and the kids inherited a trust with over ten million dollars in it, which would be carefully administered to make. “When I dressed tonight, I put on something a little sexier. We’re on vacation, Chuck...what’s the matter with people thinking that I’m excited.” She knew she was blushing a bit, but the light was low, and she was tired of Chuck’s constant nagging. While they ate, Chuck said little, had a double scotch for dessert, and was quick to sign off on the meal chit.“I’m going to the bar,” he announced, pushing his chair back and not waiting for Marion.Marion glanced back to the table where “her guys”.