While doing the dishes, Mitzi Klied thought about the two pressing things that were giving her cause for concern. One revolved around the weather. Spring would usually show its face by now. Usually, by the middle-part of April, she and the ones who lived in her corner of Germany would be experiencing the start of warmer temperatures. Along with the average temperature of 14.1 degrees Celsius being experienced, she and the ones around her would be seeing the foliage starting to come to life and the local animals stirring from their lengthy slumbers.

This wasn't present on this year. Unlike the previous year's April, where the weather was very on-schedule, this year's April saw days where it was Spring-like, where torrential thunderstorms were present, where it was windy, and where it was both very, very cold and snowing. She and the neighbors had since abandoned any hope in getting their flowerbeds or gardens fixed up; with the weather being the way it was, they just saw no reason to do so.

From the eighteenth of April to the twenty-fifth, it was either moderately warm or blisteringly hot. She and the ones in her household, and most of her neighbors, had relished in the change in temperature. If it was pleasant for outside activity to happen, they'd go out and stay out for a while and, if it wasn't, they'd still go out... but only for a short while before coming back in to get cool. Following April 25, they were back inside; winter coats and other items were donned if they went outside and warm dishes or beverages were consumed.

"Been down in the single-digits for six days now..." Mitzi thought while putting the iron skillet, that her grandmother use to use, and that was passed down from mother to oldest daughter, in the dish drain.

While the concern of a possible global climate shift was heavy on both her and the scientists' minds, she had the other issue to keep her somewhat balanced. After April 25 came and went, she realized that she hadn't seen a thing of the ones who lived beside her and her family. None of the younger members of the neighboring household had come out to enjoy the good or somewhat pleasant weather that happened between April 18 and 25; she saw the woman of the household's car being used on them days but nothing of her or her sons were seen by either her or her husband. After realizing this, she began to worry about them. While her neighbors weren't a loud bunch by any means, they weren't quiet either. It took her another day before she noticed that the house looked different... and that it had two, new occupants to it.

"It was cold on the twenty-seventh, but she was still seen as walking around the backyard." she thought after putting two plates, five forks, six spoons, and a normal pan in the dish drain.

The water in the sink kept its suds as she continued on with the dishes. While cleaning the remaining dishes that had yet to be cleaned, she thought about the neighborhood that she and her family were living in and about what she was seeing over the last couple of days.

The subdivision of Grün Bach wasn't a relatively new one, and she and her family weren't new residents to it. From what she and her husband were able to gather, it was going on three hundred and twelve years—this was a surprise, considering the fact that its residences were of the current era and that the soil, that they were on, was both solid and fertile. She, her husband, and their oldest daughter had moved to it fifteen years ago, after the Kreiskrankenhaus was rebuilt and then found to be understaffed. Before the move was made, the three of them were living in the spa and border town of Aechen, which was in North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany.

While she and Kurt weren't in with the popular crowd in their hometown's school, they were sweethearts. Instead of finding some other University to attend, Kurt followed her to the RWTH Aachen University—or the Rheinisch-Westfälische Technische Hochschule Aachen. The two of them gained their nursing degrees while being in that school and they continued dating too; almost immediately after graduation occurred, the ring was presented, then placed on her finger, then the trip to the alter was made. Instead of having kids right away, they waited—their schedules were just too congested for them to consider making a family. After a few years passed, and their schedules evened out, they stopped using the pill and condom then started making a family; their oldest daughter, who was given the name of Petra Carlene Klied, was born about a year later. They raised their daughter in Aechen for three years before the move to Baden Württemberg, and then Elchesheim-Illingen, was made.

The cause of the move was based on their having positions assured at Rastatt's Kreiskrankenhaus. No help by their kin was given during the move; they had to rely on either themselves or the church to get their things from Aechen to Elchesheim-Illingen. Once the move was done, both she and her husband cuts ties with their respective families. With all the excuses being made, or promises being made but not kept, and with all the eluding happening, they just saw need in doing so. Their youngest daughter, who was given the name of Sarah Victoria Klied, was conceived and then born five years after the move occurred.

"When we moved in, to about six years ago, there was nothing but forest to our right."

It was an almost overnight thing when the bulldozers came in to clear the land for the contractors who wanted to begin the process of building more houses. She and her family had watched as the land was cleared of its forest foliage, and as the houses were built; the ones across the street were built first then the ones beside the one that they were living in were built. People had started flocking to the street about two months after them houses were built and then put on realtor websites—the old saying of, if you build them, they will come, had come true on them houses.

Of the houses that were built five, going on six years ago, only two had more than one owner. The one that Miss. Amelinda Schmidt and her fiancé, Mr. Azzo Kaiser, lived in was owned by a couple that had a baby girl, while the one that the Irene family lived in was owned by a bunch of rich snobs named Kamilla and Luther Kaufer. Unlike the Zhōu's, who moved to a house nearby, the Kaufer's lost their house to foreclosure; no one had shed a tear over their leaving the neighborhood. The Kaufer's weren't really good, or nice, people. Always snapping at others, or spreading around all of what they were told of their neighbors, or giving the neighborhood children grief. The house that the Kaufer's lived in wasn't lived in for nearly two years; everyone was shocked when the new family was seen last year, on the thirty-first of July. No one had expected for the planet's heroine, or her five sons, to move into the neighborhood and no one had expected to see the country's president, Stefan A. Leinart, helping them out in getting settled in their new house.

"Nothing very significant happened after they moved in. The Irene's, even after the ones who took up residence in the nearby Rastatter Rheinaue nature reserve were noted as being in the area, had remained peaceful and polite to others and Miss. Irene also helped when times of stress came around."

While it took a while, the changes to the house that the Irene's lived in were noticed after the ones who took up residence in the nearby nature reserve left the area.

If one was looking from across the street, the changes wouldn't be all that notable. The two-level house, that was made out of dark red bricks, and that had dark gray shingles on its roof, would have to be looked at from the side before the changes could be seen. The front yard was the same; with the sudden, erratic changes in the weather over the last couple of months, all of the trees that grew in it were leave-less. There was a large, lone, Yoshino Cherry tree in the center of the yard while, to the yard's far right side, sat two, red-flowering Dogwood trees. Along with having smooth, round white stones around the bases of their trunks, the Dogwood trees had a bench between them. A line of bright pink, Dwarf Crepe Myrtle trees flanked the left side of the driveway, which was newly paved; the right side of the driveway was bare of trees or other yard foliage. A free standing, steel structured carport was at the end of the driveway; along with being flush against the side of the building, it had just one of the two resident family's cars under it.

The backyard was also the same. The semi-circle of yellow-flowing, Guayacan trees was still there, as were the two Photinia trees and the one Linden tree. Like with the front yard, all of these trees were leave-less.

The house, from the side, looked... different. Bigger or wider, for some reason. Like it was expanded or grown out from the inside or something. That wasn't the only thing that was different, though. There seemed to be a lot of activity going on in it two weeks ago; a lot of visitors and some loud conversation—which was only heard for a few minutes before dying completely out. It was a while after them visitors, who none of them were able to see, left before anyone in her household saw the two, newcomers to the house. The girl, who looked to resemble some of the boys who lived in the house, was usually seen in the backyard or front porch while the man, who had a very striking resemblance to three of the five Irene boys, was usually seen in the afternoon, when it was mail-time. He'd just come out from the house, walk across the front yard, collect the mail, then go back in. No word or acknowledgement would come from him. He'd just collect the mail then go in.

"Which is very odd..." Mitzi said aloud. With the dishes now being done in being cleaned, she pulled the plug to the sink. As the soapy water ran down the drain noisily, she turned her gaze to the window that overlooked the sink.

Her husband, who started disclosing what he was seeing on the house on the twenty-ninth of last month, also thought that was strange. While they believed that Miss. Irene had all right of letting whoever she wanted into her house, and of entertaining or having company stay over, they still thought that she let a strange, unknown bunch into her house. They were slightly concerned for the family... especially so on Miss. Irene's children. After seeing the two new ones who seemed to be living in the house, both she and Kurt had realized that the five Irene boys had stopped doing as they usually did during the day hours. The five boys usually left after their mutter did and they usually stayed out until just before seven. Nowadays, they didn't do that. If they left the house for any reason, it was only for a short while; the use of their car had also stopped. While Miss. Irene owned and drove one of them new, Porsche D2's, her sons had one of them i8 BMW's; while the BMW's usage had stopped, the Porsche's hadn't.

"The only one who's been coming out and spending any length of time outside these last few days is Hazaar." Mitzi thought while training her attention to the Irenes' house.

The boy had this robot that he seemed to be right into. While Hazaar was big on his robot, she wasn't. Even though she knew that boys had more masculine interests than girls, and that his playing with his toy was normal, she was freaked out by it. The first time that she saw the thing, she came close to screaming in horror. It reminded her of the robots that were in them Terminator movies, which she was forced into seeing as a teenager and became right nervous about. It was about waist high and, if she had to make any guesses, had a speed of about sixteen to twenty miles an hour. It could walk, trot, gallop; along with using it in a normal sense, she had seen Hazaar use it to both stalk and pounce on the man who was frequently seen as collecting his family's mail.

Even though it was quite cold outside, Hazaar was out and about. His robot was also out and about. It was currently running up the driveway; the boy who owned and controlled it looked to be happy with what he was doing, so she paid him no mind. Her eyes were trained on the man, who was currently making his way towards the black-colored, high quality steel, aluminum locking mailbox that stood before the house. It was nearing three o'clock; the mail was delivered nearly three hours ago, so the man was a little late in collecting that day's mail.

"Is he out?" she jumped, then turned to see who it was that spoke. Upon turning, she saw that it was her youngest daughter, who just turned thirteen last Wednesday.

Sarah Victoria Klied, who, like her parents, had noticed and spoken on what was being seen in their neighbor's house, didn't wait for a response to her question. She went forward to see what her mutter was so interested in; after reaching the kitchen sink, she gently pushed her mutter to the side then went to look out the window that she found her so glued to.

"Rude, Sarah." Mitzi said after being pushed from where she was.

"Sorry, just wanted to see if he was going to the box or not." Sarah said.

"He's just a man, Sarah." Mitzi said, trying to sound adult but knowing full well that what she just said didn't go well with herself. While she was a polite woman, and while she did her best to act as adult as she could, there were times where she acted a bit childish.

"Who do you think he is, mum?" Sarah asked. "Miss. Irene's boyfriend? Do you think..."

He could be, Mitzi, who just turned forty-eight a month ago, thought. Miss. Irene could well of attracted the attention of a man who had a daughter that was around her sons' ages. While doing outside-of-Earth business, she might of met and then started a relationship with a man. The relationship might of been conducted by way of going to alien restaurants or other alien establishments before the man, and his daughter, made the decision to move in with her. Like with the right of having company come over, or letting someone stay over for a while, Miss. Irene had a right of dating whoever she chose to date and of having said person who she was dating move into and then establish himself in her household.

"What's going on?" Petra, who was four weeks shy of her eighteenth birthday, asked after entering the kitchen then finding her sister "plastered" to the kitchen window.

Mitzi watched her oldest daughter go to the window; Petra had given her and her husband a worry last year, after the Irene's moved in. She was acting like a sort of stalker with the family by either staying home to watch them from the windows of the house or to linger around the front or back yards, with her eyes glued to the adjacent house and its property. Though looking to of gotten over that "stalker" phase of hers, she and Kurt were still keeping an eye on her. They didn't want their daughter to disturb or make the Irene's feel uncomfortable.

Petra had brown hair, but gray-green eyes. Her figure was very trim for one of her age. She was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans that had faded, knee patch accessories. The slippers, that were on her feet, were brown. Petra's hair was currently up in a bun—she was experimenting lately with the different hair styles that were out there.

"Think she'll get into any trouble for having him and that girl-alien living in her house, mumma?" Sarah, a girl who stood five foot, three inches, and who had platinum-blonde hair, brown eyes, and a very petite figure, asked.

"No." Mitzi replied. "He hasn't been causing any trouble so, why would she get in trouble for having him and that girl in her house."

"Datty just got h..." Sarah trailed off for a second before gasping. "Uh-oh! Datty's going to say hello to that man and—"

"Hazaar just turned that robot-thing on that man!" Petra exclaimed.

While the vehicle, that pulled into the driveway of the house that was to the left of the one that he and his family were currently living in, was noticed, he didn't give it any mind. The same went on his expressing any concern on who was driving it. His attention was focused on the collection of the mail, which he decided to not claim until after most of the street's activities were downed some. After reaching the mailbox that was before the house, he pulled the back down then reached in; it was just his luck that his son decided to sick his remote controlled "monster" on him when he did.

Once he saw the contraption bounding towards him, he grabbed the items that were in the box, then closed the door, then turned to "flee".

"For one who was sick ten days ago, he's quite spunky and sharp today." he thought while going back to the house that the mailbox belonged to.

He stopped after that thought occurred. His son's contraption, which was about forty inches tall, and had an all-metal, articulate body, charged at him at high speed then slid to a stop. He stopped when this occurred. After standing where he was, he dodged to the right then, when it followed him, to the left, then started going towards the house. He had no more started on his trek to the house when the gizmo "pounced" on him. He grunted, then pushed it back, then tried to resume his path to the house; a giggle was heard from his son two seconds later then his robot charged then cut his route to the house off.

The thought of what he'd do under different circumstances occurred after that happened. If the machine wasn't remote controlled, and if his son wasn't the commander of the remote, he'd of attacked it. He would of thought of the thing as a device meant to take him out; something meant to harm or kill him... something that looked benevolent but that really wasn't. Since this was one of the things that his son had gotten on his birthday, which happened eight days ago, he couldn't attack or destroy it. He was forced to be apart of the game that was being played.

"Alright y'little snot, get ready because this'll cause ma to leap through the roof." Bile, his oldest son, who also happened to be his adopted son, said on April 23.

When the machine was brought down from the attic, it had a blanket draped over it. Soon after placing it in front of Hazaar, Bile ripped the blanket up to unveil this... "Boston Dynamics" Wildcat robot thing. Hazaar just about went crazy over it. Along with thanking his brother, he started using it; he made it work while being in the living room, then he made it go into the dining room and kitchen, then he spooked his sister with it by making it go up the stairs then wait by the upstairs bathroom... which she was in at the time. After days of using it inside, Hazaar decided to bring it outside.

The thing was very well balanced, which was a surprise considering how bulky it was. Lazeer had kicked it a few times, and Lhaklar had punched and pushed it; not once had it fallen or collapsed. After being abused, it walked on... acting like nothing had ever happened to it. He, personally, still didn't know what to make of the thing, and he honestly thought that his wife felt the same way.

Along with having these thin, but relatively strong-set, legs, it had an on-board computer, engine/pump, and heat exchanger on it. It also had a series of hooks on its sides—maybe, at one time, before it was thrown in the trash, it was used as a sort of cargo machine? Bile claimed to of found the thing, and its remote control, in a dumpster somewhere; maybe the human who had it had used it to carry certain things from point A to point B and so on. While the thing was definitely male-approved—surely, only a male-child would have an interest in wanting one and in wanting to play or use one of these things—he was creeped out by it. As Lhaklar had said eight days ago, if only it had a head, a tail, and fur, it'd really look like a wildcat then.

"Whoa there!" he said after the thing prevented him from going to the house.

"It's hungry, dad! Better run before it chomps a hole in ya." his son called.

"Very funny, Hazaar."

He tried walking around the thing then, when that wasn't permitted, he tried walking into it. While the thing moved off a foot, it regained its balance then came at him. He was chased from his route back to the house a ways; after the thing had him by the lone tree that sat in the yard's center, he started getting a bit tempered. He pushed it twice, kicked it once, then shouted at his son to stop it before trying to head back to the house. Either his son hadn't heard him or he decided to forgo his instruction in stopping the game; the thing chased him to nearly the mailbox before turning and then bounding back to where the driveway was. He shook his head, then looked at the mail—it was amazing that it wasn't dropped or destroyed during the process of his being chased off by his son's robot—, then started his way back to the house. Either his luck for the day was just next to nothing or his son was trying to keep him out of the house after seeing that someone was approaching him. A man got his attention and, since he couldn't be rude in brushing him off, he engaged him.

"Reminds me of when I was younger." the man, who had sandy-brown hair, brown eyes, and who stood five foot, nine and a half inches, said. "Use to target my fader and sisters with machines that look like that."

"Never seen items like that before in my life," he admitted, which was true. It was either the normal-given toys or nothing for him. No remote controllable items or items that looked... like that of what his son was playing with.

"Serious? They make things like that for kids all the time. I'm always seeing them being advertised on the tube." the man, who, he now realized, was wearing a nurses outfit, replied. "The more high-tech robots are typically kept for military use while the rest is made and then sold for the kids."

"I've seen the use of drones in the military but never items that resemble what my son's using." he said.

"First time on Earth?" the man asked, then quickly corrected himself, "Or, excuse me, on this side of the shields?"

"On Earth, no. I've done some visitations here from time to time, but I've never, really, resided on this side of the shields before."

"It'll take some time but I think you'll do well here." the man said. He then held his hand out. "Kurt Klied—me, the missus, and our two daughters live right beside you."

"Pleased to meet you," he said as he grasped and then shook the hand that was presented to him. "TazirVile Surfeit."

"Don't mean to poke or prod you—just curious; my neighbor, Miss. Irene, has been living here with her sons for nearly a year now—but, are you her beau?"

Her who? He had never heard such a word before and, obviously, the man had noticed. Up to that very moment, he had only been referred as his wife's husband, not her bo. And what was with the non-married tag that his wife continued to be called? The last he had heard, Angel's full name was Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit. Not "Miss. Irene". While he understood the humans' use of just calling her Angel Irene, he couldn't understand the reason behind the un-married tag being applied to her name when she was a married woman.

"Her what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Beau—boyfriend." the man clarified.

"No,"

"Friend?"

"No."

"Who are you to her, then? If you're not her beau, or friend, but are residing in her home—"

"I'm her husband." he said. He put a lot of emphasis on the last word.

"Oooh, pardon me. Didn't know. How long you two been married?" the man, who's pupils had contracted after he expressed his association with his planet's heroine, asked.

"Quite a while now." he answered. The man gave him a quizzical look, which he couldn't help but chuckle at. "Over two thousand years."

"What!" the man took a quick step back.

He bet his proclamation over how long he was married to his wife put more than a dozen questions in the man's brain. He and the man exchanged a few more words before parting ways. The man looked quite confused, while he felt quite pleased with himself. Yes, he and the planet's heroine, Angel Irene, had been married for two thousand, two hundred, and two years; she was his Universal Wife, bound to him by the Gods' wills and given ample amounts of love and respect by him and, from what he fully believed, only him. His wife had bore him three children, all sons, in a span of five hundred years before "disappearing" after being threatened by his nephew—who happened to not only be her father but also her Family Mate or "second" husband—soon after giving birth to their youngest son. He had spent one thousand, six hundred years searching for her and the boys, had worried about finding only two or three of his missing family alive and well, then was surprised to find that all of them were alive and well. Yes, indeedy, was he a proud man. He had the most beautiful woman in the Universe as his wife and he had five beautiful children; he couldn't be any happier at the moment.

He was just reaching the five-step, red brick porch, that was before the residence's front door, when the sound of a car horn was heard. Hazaar was fast in reeling his gadget in after hearing it; while he turned around, his son removed from the clip from the remote's back then went to pick his robot up. The vehicle that his wife drove to and then from "work" in—and that she also used to go from store to store—was driven down the street before being turned and then driven up the driveway. The vehicle was only the second one that she owned; it was a dark blue color, and it had four doors on it. The headlights looked like big, oval eyes; the grille was a light silver color; and the fenders were nearly the same shade of blue as the rest of the car. While he had only seen the vehicle's interior once, he remembered it well. The seats were a dull black color; the dashboard, the polyester on the ceiling and walls, and the carpet were dark blue; and the cover, that was on the wheel, had an electric, blue swirl on a black and gray background on it. After his wife pulled into the driveway, he looked at the mail then shrugged his shoulders. He said the spell that made the mail shrink to being able to be safely placed in his pocket, then pocketed it, then left the porch. His wife was just coming up the walk when he took his last step from the porch.

"Shopping, or trying to impress someone?" he asked after seeing that she had three paper bags in her arms.

"Both," she winked her eye then casually slid one of the bags into his arms. "There's more in the car."

"And on the ground beside the car." Hazaar, who had his robot in his arms, said as he walked by him. "I'll pass the word that help's needed in getting the monthly groceries in, momma."

Kurt Klied, the man who just got through talking to one called TazirVile Surfeit, was receiving a series of odd looks from his family at the same time that his neighbor's son was calling most of his brothers into action. His family started looking at him like he had spontaneously grown a second head after he came in then said he says he's been married to her for over two thousand years; they stopped doing what they were too.

His actions after leaving his Audi Sport-10 weren't normal. After spending all day in Rastatt's Kreiskrankenhaus, he had expected to come home then rest up before the next shift happened. His wife had twenty minutes before her shift started; while they worked in the same building, their hours were different, so one or the other was able to be home or available to either Petra or Sarah for when they had issues or to just plain keep an eye on them. Instead of leaving his car, then going in to say hello to his family, then taking the rest that he needed, he went to talk to the alien man that he and his wife were noticing and talking about for the last couple days.

While things in Grün Bach had grown a little more interesting after the Irene's moved in, the neighborhood was still nice. He saw no reason to pack his family up then leave nor did he see reason in thinking that the good air was contaminated due to the presence of two who weren't of human origin. He was content where he was and the same went with his family; Grün Bach was a neighborhood where one didn't have to worry about others coming in to play the thieving game and where the larger of the area's animal life came in to make messes of the yards or residences. It was just a good subdivision to live and raise a family in.

"Over two thousand years?" his wife, who had platinum-blonde hair, and gray-green eyes set in a diamond-shaped face, repeated. "You sure he said that and not two weeks or months?"

"He said years, Mitzi." Kurt answered, with a nod. "Two thousand years."

"How's that, mum? Miss. Irene wasn't married two weeks ago." Petra asked, then pointed out.

"The man wasn't seen until a couple of days ago, Kurt." Mitzi said.

He'd be a liar if he said that he hadn't meant to talk to the guy. He was meaning to say hello and then introduce himself for the last few days; with the man being new here, he had stayed away to give him some privacy. New place, new neighborhood and planet, and new faces; the man, he still believed, was overwhelmed by the change and was slowly trying to adjust to his new way of life. Along with speaking with a very gravelly-sounding voice, the man sounded right intelligent... and quite reluctant to talk to him. Though trying to be pleasant, and though trying to keep their conversation short, he had asked a few questions that he and his wife were voicing over the last few days. He had yet to come to grips with the answers that he was given.

The man had said that he was on Earth before, but that he was never on the inside of the shields, and he also acted like he had never heard the word beau before. He had never met a person who didn't know what beau meant; even kids who were nearing their teenage years knew what that word meant! The fact that the man had called his neighbor his wife was mind-boggling. He had never really gotten to know the Irene family on a personal basis but he was sure that the older of the three Gray Alien-looking boys was over two thousand years old. The idea that the man that he just talked to was the older of them Gray Alien-looking boys' fader had haunted him all the way back to his house. It was still haunting him now.

"You're tired, Kurt. Your ears just played tricks on you, that's all." Mitzi said, then started to leave the room. "Gotta get ready for work. Love you three, call if you need me."

While going up the stairs, then into the master bedroom, she compared her house to the Irenes'. Both had five bedrooms, two full bathrooms, and an attic and basement in them; the carpet and wall colors were different, and the furniture was different, but that was perfectly natural, seeing as the two properties were occupied by different people. Another difference lie in the people and animals that lived in the residences. She and her husband lived with their two daughters, while Miss. Irene lived with her five sons—and, since the two were known as being in the house for the last couple of days, a man and a teenage girl. She and her family had a dog while the Irene's didn't; Miss. Irene's adopted son had a cat, and her younger sons had some animals that weren't allowed to have free roam. The two properties had cost the same—€250,000. Unlike the Irene family, who received help, and who didn't have to worry about a mortgage payment, she and her husband had a mortgage payment of €1,200.

The family dog, a sweet, four year old Schnoodle—or Poodle/Schnauzer mix—named Natascha, was resting on her and her husband's bed when she entered the room. She gave the resting dog, who had all-white fur, a pat on the head then went to the stained, hard oak dresser. She donned her nurses outfit, then grabbed her purse and car keys from the dresser's top, then left the room. She was quick in leaving the house after descending the stairs. Once she was out of her house, she went to her car; after unlocking and then opening the door to her red Mitsubishi Tr-12, which was parked beside her husband's car, she got in then did nothing but stare at the activity that was happening on the porch that led up to the Irenes' front door.

"Miss. Irene must of done the monthly grocery shopping." Mitzi thought while watching what she was.

Most of the boys, and the teenage girl, were going back and forth from the parked Porsche and the house. She started thinking that the boys were a mature bunch soon after the family moved in. It seemed that they helped their mutter with just about any task that she needed help in doing. Come time Miss. Irene did the monthly grocery shopping, the boys would assist in getting it all in—she presumed that they also helped in putting everything away. She was glad to see that the unknown, teenage girl was working alongside the boys in getting the groceries in. The activity, that was happening on the porch, confused her for all of a second; with it being a fourteen minute drive to the hospital where she worked at, she didn't have time to sit and wonder what the man and the younger of Miss. Irene's sons were doing. She started the car, backed it down the driveway, then went on her way.

"Probably nothing anyways. He's probably just trying to further establish himself—fooling around, or play-fighting with one of the boys who just came out to get the groceries, or just grabbed that boy after he tripped up after leaving the house too fast, or, possibly, just grabbed him to tell him that all of the groceries were gathered." she thought while driving down the street that her house was on.