“Oh, there’s a big mud pit out back,” Jenna said, thumbing behind her shoulder. “Wanna see it?” “Yeah, I think I do.” Jenna got up and h...eaded for the back door. As Kent followed her, Jenna remarked, “You don’t look like the type of guy who’d be interested in muddin’ to me. You look all preppy, you know. Like you keep clean and all that.” Kent raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t everyone?” Jenna laughed. “You aren’t around local guys much, are you? The only time you can get them to shower is when you. He was feeling the ocean breezes and hearing a soft, sweet female voice when his phone rang. The caller was his mother. His father has just passed away and she needed for her boys to come home to help her. In the years that Josh had been in New York, he had taken breaks from his business at least twice a year. Each time he would fly home and spend at least four days with his mother and father, but mostly with his father. He admired and adored the man. His father was the best man he had ever. I was about to stop her when I saw ingenuity spark in her eyes. Whether it was the memory of watching me do it or her new humanoid brain, she found the ring on the top of the can and pulled it up, managing to get it open. She didn't even bother emptying it into her bowl, she simply ate the fishy pulp out of the can.It wasn't until she had downed a third can that she was finally full. With a pot of coffee brewing, I sat down in the living room, having yet to even start my day but already. The organ music played the traditional theme in the background while everyone in the church watched in anticipation. I glanced quickly at Frank and Mom, sitting in the front row, smiling happily at me. Mom’s cheeks were streaked with tears, but I knew they were the tears of her happiness. Today, my dream would come true. I felt like I had been waiting for this moment since I was a kid when I first met my future bride. Penny Lane was only a few feet from me now, and in a very short time, we.