I wasn't sure how Dad would spend a free Saturday night with his own private five and a half foot tall bowling ball, but that was up to them, right?"A...ctually," Tiffany smiled, "if I haven't given birth by then they're going to induce it on Saturday evening or Sunday morning." Neat," I returned her smile. "Well, gosh. We should be with you then." And take you away from your Senior Formal?" Tiffany laughed. "I'll be the evil stepmother for the rest of my life. If there's a problem, we'll call. Glancing up and seeing Ellie walking towards him, a sheet of paper in her hand he hung up, watching the sly smile on her face as she came nearer to him. ‘Here, if you’re wondering why you’re not getting an answer at the other end, this is the reason.’ Handing him the printed out email he read the words, not really taking them in at first and having to read them again. ‘Shit, shit, shit.’ Ellie smiled, ‘And what did you think would happen when your little work diversion got back to her through. It was too. It was awful.Instinct put up her shield.Instinct made her roaring mind search for any faint feeling a daughter has for her mother.There--was--nothing.Mother was gone.Daddy was gone.The twins were gone.It took just a second of joyous rejoicing to realize the pests of her life ... were gone, and their wives and four small babies.Gone ... not even a wisp to bury.Nothing she could recover ... no relic ... G-O-N-E!The hole was still filling ... there wasn't even any floating. All the while the 8 of us at the table told stories about shit we had done in our lives and funny stuff that had happened. It was about nine when the band finally started to play. It took about 6 songs before they turned the lights down some and a few couples got up to dance. Within another few songs the dance floor was packed. The couples at our table were getting up a random to dance, the girls were watching each others hand bags. Finally Di whispered in my ear that she.