The third red car passed by the front window, like all the previous ones of all colors the post speed limit sign a few homes behind meant nothing to them. Molly sighs at the danger the resistance here faced, especially the kids running around in their yards. At the ranch there wasn't this problem. Three miles from the main road, no honking horns or arguments from the next home; it was peaceful. Turning in her seat to the fresh paint, boxes still not fully unpacked a hint of sadness begins to fill her. This wasn't a bad house, it had enough room, overall a good location; just it wasn't home, because he was missing. Molly laughs out loud setting down the journal down on the floor, it was because of him she left in the first place, it was because of him she tried to escape. Foolishly she thought 12 years was enough time for grieving, that she was ready to move on, from it all.
"Hey Mrs. P what's up?" Clu appears from the kitchen door, can of coke unopened in his hand.
"Oh nothing just thinking of my troubles, mistakes and just trying to figure out where it all went wrong."
"Anything I can do to help? Remember I am majoring in philosophy!"
"Thanks Clu but you best stay away from these troubles until you have you're doctorate."
"Gotcha!"