Later that evening Heavenlee and Pam are in the kitchen making snacks for the children and their guests. Heavenlee’s cell phone beeps, she reads the message and replies. “Mom, make enough for two more. Marcus and Joseph are on the way.”
“Why wasn’t they at the meeting earlier?” Pam places the tray of meat and cheese on the counter.
“They were searching for information on Pepsi. I still don’t know how she knows about me. I’ve never run across anyone with that name before.” Heavenlee closes the refrigerator. “I'm planning to ask Marcus not to fight. I’m not sure if he and Joseph would survive. I don’t want their deaths on my conscience. That would be hard for me to get over,” she shakes her head, "Whereas my husband has been training with the kids and me, so I know how good he is. B
