Then after a minute the Old Man said, "Well, it is against my betterjudgment, but my apprentice is gone on her day off and I could use a handmoving so...me boxes." Thank you." Edgar gasped in relief. He shook hands with the Old Man andthen frowned as something dawned on him. "About those boxes...?"For a moment the Old Man looked a little disappointed, then told Edgar,"Don't worry. I will make sure that nothing happens to you because ofmoving the boxes."Edgar nodded, then thanked the Old Man again,. "Why are you here, Mom?" Amelia asked. "Dad wouldn't tell me." Honey, I've told you a hundred times, Michael isn't really your father," Linda said with clear frustration."And I've told you a hundred times that he is," Amelia replied with a self-assurance that I've noticed teenagers seem to possess on rare occasions. "Now will someone please tell me what is going on?"I glanced at Linda who was still staring at her daughter. So I answered."There is a man at the bank who is in some trouble," I. "Do we have a problem Brian?" Yeah, just because you're the boss's nephew don't think you can push me around, you're just a kid." I must admit, I was a bit set back."Brian, I started here pushing a broom and picking up scrap when I was ten years old. I know every process from start to finish, some of the procedures I was part of setting up. The other thing you need to understand is that when my father passed away, I became the principle shareholder in the company. As far as pushing anyone. I was sure that was where Dad was lurking.“Dammit, Thom, you shoulda reminded me about the box, dang it!” She didn’t get a reply and seemingly didn’t expect one. “So ... Sweetie ... maybe perhaps ... like on his birthday ... your Dad gets really, really lucky ... if, you know, one of my girlfriends comes over on ... ahhh ... his special night and we...”TMI, absolutely too much information, but I was having a ball, teasing my Mom. Apparently there were many things I never knew about my parents..