Their POV

They were gonna be late. They knew it. She always worried about them too much. They were fine. They were ready to go. It was her who didn't want them to go. They wanted to meet him. She rarely talked about him, but when she did they listened intently. They wanted to know everything about him. They really wanted to know why she didn't tell him about them. They knew it was her decision, but they still wanted to know. They always wondered what he was really like. They didn't rely on what she told them. They listened when others talked of him. When she talked of him, you could tell that she still loved him. It was in the way she talked about the smallest little things he did. When she talked of him you could watch her eyes start to sort of stare out into space. Her talks of him often ended in her crying. She missed him. They told her many times to go and talk to him. She never did. He still didn't know about them. And, as sadistic as it was, they wanted to watch his face when he found out. It would be priceless. They knew that somebody close to him knew about them. That somebody had promised her that he wouldn't know about them.
Then they were off. They were ready. They were going to do it. They were on their way. Then all to soon, it was time for goodbyes.