As she went in the house, Alyssa came out into the garage. “Wow! It’s not so bad in here.”I nodded.“So, you find any clues yet?”“Well, I f...und things, but I’m not sure they’re clues.”“Such as?”“A revolver.”She blinked at me. “Are you serious? Where?”I shook my head. “I put it back. We don’t need a gun in the house.” In my head, I added, “Because you or Mom might shoot the other.”“Why would Dad have a gun though?”I shrugged. “I have no idea, which is why I don’t know if it’s a clue or not.”She. "They're just jealous." She's right about that Sean," Sheila said, as she looked down at the red haired baby. "We're still waiting for Doctor Frankenstein to figure out that cloning thing so we can make copies of Ben." Unless of course Liz gets tired of trying to train him, and gives up. If that happens, then Sheila and I have first dibs on him," Susan giggled, as she gazed down lovingly at the baby."Sean," Ben said, from the foot of the bed. "Don't let these women corrupt you. Something you. Walking around to the back of the car, he opened the trunk. Edith hadn't helped pack at all, except for her little overnight bag. She had trusted Charlie to pack all of their equipment, for which he was glad, because she probably wouldn't have recognized half the things he had put in the black suitcase. A last minute shopping trip after he'd discovered Edith's recent habits had taken care of most of the necessary equipment for his plans this weekend.Picking the bag up and walking toward the. I wasn't a sissy until high school, though. Sure, I'd always been a loner who never stuck up for himself, but it wasn't until my sophomore year that things changed for the worse. Or better, depending on your point of view. Even 20 years later, I'm still undecided on that point, but I can still remember the day it all started.I was sixteen years old, with a terminal case of raging hormones so typical of teenagers. I was envious of the football stars and others who always had one beautiful,.