The phone rang; he grabbed it and said hey! It was his mother and she said hay is for horse’s son! Oh sorry mom I thought it was Cam, no it's just me son. How was the spaghetti? Great mom, thanks, she said you don't eat right, aw yeah, I do mom thanks to you, and she always had a way of taking him back to about twelve years old again. Say mom I met my wife today, crash ... she dropped the receiver, as he heard her fumble and get it in her hand again she said son, Marie is gone, he said Oh, I know mom, I meant my new wife, for the first time he could ever remember his always talkative mom was speechless. I want you here first thing in the morning for breakfast, you got that son? Yeah, mom I got it sees you then and he hung up the phone.

Candee had a restless night, dreams all mixed up, with a handsome stranger, loud country music, and a crazy woman chasing her with a club, she tossed and turned all night, she wasn't sleeping soundly when her alarm went off and she had to get up for work, she managed to drag herself to the bathroom for a shower, seeing bags under her eyes as she passed the mirror, great she thought just great, she came out of the shower wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel and padded to her tiny kitchen for some much needed coffee, She thought I may as well see if I've got any e-mail, while I wait for the coffee so she booted up her computer, no new mail, guess that shows me just how popular I am, she thought.

Starke dug into the breakfast his mother set before him, because it was good to eat food freshly prepared and not re-heated, since he lived mostly on his mom's leftovers, due to his constant popping in after dinner, so he could gather up her leftovers, to heat the next evening and so on, not knowing that his mother made extra so she would have plenty left over.

Starke doesn't know what he would have done without his mom's constant emotional support for his mind and her constant supply of leftovers to keep his body healthy since he was alone now and holed up in his cabin since Marie's passing. His mother sat across the table waiting patiently now waiting till he finished his breakfast he knew she was anxious to talk to him but, being mom she'd wait till he finished. Because his food came first as far as she was concerned, she always liked to keep her family well fed. He no sooner wiped his mouth and laid the napkin down and she spoke, well son what's this all about?




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