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He misses her. I see it in the way he talks and moves and breathes. A part of him is dying. Every time his requests to return are denied he loses a little of his smile. It's killing me. I know that you didn't want to break up this family, but I had to make a choice. I couldn't let my only son lose any more of that twinkle in his eye. Forgive me Lloyd.
-Barbara.
-4-
"Wake up!"
Phil's eyes opened slowly as he groaned in misery. "Mom? What time is it?"
The hall light shone down into his eyes as Barbara stood and put out a hand for him to take. She pulled him up to his feet.
"Put your clothes on," she said, "we're making a prison break."
"Not tonight mom." He groaned, sitting back down.
Her spur of the moment mother/son outings were always fun, but Phil was tired and needed his sleep.
"We're not going to the mall tonight, Phil."
"Well what then?"
"We're going back. Back to 2005."
He was instantly alert. "Mom?"
"I've left a note for your father." She rummaged through his chest of drawers. "I'm taking you back to Keely."
"Mom we can't--"
"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do, Phil." She tossed an armful of clothing at him. "I'm your mother. I know what's best."
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