I had completed the meeting, finalizing the deal as expected, before I headed back to the family home, having been invited to dinner. That was never something I would turn down. Yes, I liked my own space, but cooking for myself was definitely something I couldn’t say was fun. So, needless to say, I missed my Mum's and to some degree my Dad’s cooking.
While there, enjoying the bedlam that had been home, I had heard Mum discussing the possibility of heading back to the River Ash Pack. I couldn’t say I was surprised. It was her home pack, and I knew she would want to pay her respects to Uncle Trent. There was already talk of us all going to the funeral, which, again, I had expected, he had been a big part of all of our lives. It was only right we all attended his funeral, said our goodbyes
