He came in from school at that time and he'd been sat at his computer for what felt like a whole night.He got up from his chair and left his bedroom. ...He jogged down the stairs and entered the living room to find his mother sat on the couch smoking a cigarette. "Mom, why is it still light out? The clocks have stopped too." Adam asked. There was no reply. He walked further into the room and stood in front of his mother. She was wearing a skirt and he could see straight up it."Whoa. Mom! Cover. He was wearing a wrinkled t-shirt, jeans and scuffed running shoes.I had taken a break from being a panelist on one of the Convention's workshops on the Craft of Sci-Fi Writing to grab a cup of coffee and make notes on a story I was working on. The auditorium's snack bar was empty except for a bored young woman behind the counter and the two of us. What the hell, he looked like a nice guy."Sure, have a seat, like some coffee?"He declined my offer, pulled up a chair and sat down, sitting bolt. Bruce shook his head as he replied, "I got it. Go pack." Thanks, babe," Maureen replied with an enthusiastic hug.Bruce smiled at the feeling. He watched his uniformed wife scurry out ofthe room with a smile before he refocused on making dinner. Shortlybefore he placed the meal on the table, Maureen came down the stairsdressed in a simple outfit.Bruce felt that she was as unadorned in it as she was her maid's uniform.Bruce furrowed his brow at her. While Maureen did not look like adomestic. The four of them then thanked and greeted and said goodbye to all. Danielle and Trudy held onto Helena longer than anyone else. First time out of their both country and parent control they excelled in their excitement.Phillip had the four of them stand as the wedding party left the room for a limo rides back to the airport and return to the coast. When the crew had left Phillip closed the door and sat down with them, Xena came over with coffee for all. “Mrs Helena and all, you have a fine crew.