Chapter 30
The Following Morning…
I woke up to the sound of a police siren loudly passing through the street and activating all the car alarms.
This is why I prefer to sleep with earphones on but I forgot last night. In fact I don’t even remember how I got home last night.
“Mhmmm…” I groaned as I tried to sit up but my head was pounding and I knew it was going to get worse once Steve realized I was awake and started lecturing me.
Then I heard the door downstairs open and footsteps come up the stairs.
Here goes…
“Morning…” Steve said at a very reasonable volume.
“Can this day be over already?” I said staring at the ceiling.
“That’s probably the hangover. I got us breakfast…” Steve said walking over and putting a cup of coffee on my bedside table. “Dirty matcha, extra matcha, Extra shot of espresso made with oatmilk. Still don’t know why it has milk in the name if it doesn’t have any.”
“Thanks…” I said squinting suspiciously. Him getting my favorite drink when I woke up hungover from drinking lots of whiskey after ditching him at a diner was not what I was expecting.
“Can we talk about…” He started.
“No.” I said. “I’m talked out.”
“Hanna.” Steve started.
“I told you to mind your own business.” I said.
“You are my business.” He said. “I know we don’t really talk about the fact that we’re soulmates and that it might not mean anything to you but it does to me. I’ve made mistakes and I know I’m not your favorite person…”
“I don’t have a favorite person.” I said.
“Tony.” Steve said as if that explained everything.
“He’s a good friend.” I said.
“I’m trying to do better.” Steve said.
“Yeah so do better in staying out of things I tell you not to get involved in.” I said reaching for my coffee but instead Steve took it and kept it away from me. “Really?”
“We need to talk about this.” Steve said.
“I don’t have a favorite person but if I did, this is why it wouldn’t be you.” I said getting up and going to the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
I didn’t get my dirty matcha latte but I did get a nice long hot shower with amazing water pressure. Unfortunately Steve was like a dog with a bone and he was not going to let this one go.
He was sitting on the bed right outside the bathroom door waiting for me.
“Theo said you had a kid together.” Steve said. “But you said you two weren’t like that.”
“Leave it alone Steve.” I said.
“No. You know everything about me and everyone else but anytime I try to ask about you or anything here you shut down. How is that fair?” He said.
“You’ve been in this universe long enough for me to tell you the overall theme of this place. Life isn’t fair.” I said. “I asked you to mind your own business because my life is complicated and when I ended up falling through a wormhole suddenly being able to see color and finding out that I actually had 6 soulmates after trying to kill myself I thought this was a sign I needed to start over and to do that I had to leave this all behind and never look back. I didn’t think I was ever going to be back here and I didn’t want to come back.”
“But you’re here now.” He said.
“For now. We are going back. This is temporary and again none of your business.” I said.
“Fine let’s not talk about Theo. Let’s talk about Tony.” Steve said.
“Sure and you can talk about Bucky and Peggy.” I said. The flash of pain on Steve’s face said it all. “Sucks huh?”
“I didn’t have a kid with Bucky or Peggy.” Steve said. “I have pictures of my best friend because even if he isn’t the same as I remember him he’s still my friend.”
“I jumped off a building and thought packing up the loft wouldn’t be my problem anymore.” I said.
“He hasn’t lived here in years.” Steve said.
“If you already know everything then why are you nagging so much?” I said.
“Because this is what you do for people you care about!” He said.
“I don’t need you to butt in. I don’t need a superhero. I’m not one of your fix it projects or a damsel in distress.” I said. “Theo and I don’t talk because it’s complicated and unless you were there and directly involved you wouldn’t understand so stay the fuck out of it.”
“If you would just…” he started.
“No.” I said shutting him up. “I’m going to get my own dirty matcha.”
Meanwhile back in Earth 616…
After saving the president from Killian aka the real Mandarin on live TV and also saving Pepper that had somehow ended up kidnapped, Pepper said the dreaded words that Tony didn’t want to hear.
“What happens now?” Pepper said.
And the truth was he didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it. He spent his entire life wondering about what his soulmate would be like and then he met her when he least expected it in the last place he would have ever thought it would happen.
It hadn’t been easy and there were a lot of ups and downs along the way but he wouldn’t change any of it except the ending.
“How do we get home?” Pepper asked.
Oh that was what she meant.
At that moment a quinjet flew over them and Tony felt a pit in his stomach. He had a feeling that whoever was on that jet was going to tear him a new one.
“Do you know who that is?” Pepper asked.
“No but I can take a guess.” Tony said as the quinjet landed on the edge of the oil refinery. The ramp slowly lowered itself and sure enough Clint and Natasha walked out.
“Stark.” Natasha said.
“Natashalie, Legolas.” Tony said.
“Is it over?” Clint asked.
“Yeah. They’ve all been taken out. Rhodey’s taking care of the president.” Tony said.
“Why didn’t you leave?” Natasha said. “She warned you.”
“I thought I could…” Tony started.
“She’s dead.” Clint said grabbing Tony by the collar of his shirt. “Hanna is dead and so is Cap because you were too stubborn to listen to her. She warned you for months!”
“I know…” Tony said feeling a knot in his throat. “I’m sorry.”
“She’s dead and all you can say is you’re sorry!” Clint shouted.
“Clint.” Natasha said prying his hand off of Tony.
“I screwed up and I should have listened to her and…” Tony started but that was all he could say before Natasha punched him so hard she knocked him out.
“Tony!” Pepper shrieked. “You didn’t have to do that!”
“He got our soulmate killed, he’s lucky that’s all we’re doing.” Natasha said.
“Let’s go.” Clint said.
Months Later…
After the Christmas and the Avengers disbanding… at least that’s what he thought it meant when Clint tried to throttle him, Natasha knocked him out and Bruce hulked out in the lab wrecking the place before shrinking down and deciding he needed some space to work through his feelings.
Thor hadn’t shown up but there were a record number of thunder storms in Norway over the past few months.
Which brought Tony to the hospital as they were going to operate on him to remove the shrapnel surrounding his heart. He had worked on a magnet to try and keep it in place after the reactor was removed so it could be removed.
It was a risky procedure that even with the magnet he had created might actually kill him. Not that he cared. Since losing Hanna he had become a lot more reckless.
Though in his eyes he wasn’t being reckless he was finally listening to his therapist. He could have removed the reactor years ago but it was a crutch. He didn’t want to separate himself from the suit. He thought the reactor was what made him Iron Man but it was always him. With or without the reactor. With or without the suit. He was Iron Man.
So as they put the mask on him before he was put under, the last thing he thought to himself was how much he wished Hanna would be there when he woke up.
Earth 1218-
Two blocks from the loft was this very trendy café. By trendy I meant it was overpriced coffee. Not that I would ever admit that to Steve. Some things are worth paying extra for and my dirty match lattes with oatmilk were one of those things especially when I was as hungover as I was right now.
The headache I had woken up with was starting to come back and I needed my dose of caffeine ASAP. While the café was packed the line was short and moved fast. The only downside was that there was nowhere to sit until…
“You look like shit.” Theo said from behind me.
“Can we not do this here? I really don’t want to get banned, its almost pumpkin spice latte season.” I said.
“Fine.” Theo said. “Your boyfriend’s an idiot. Hot but still an idiot.”
“He has his moments.” I said. “And he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Really?” Theo said not convinced before looking at the empty seat in front of him. “You want to…”
“It’s fine.” I said. “Shouldn’t be too long.”
“Just sit already.” Theo said.
“Thanks.” I said taking the seat across from him.
“Whiskey hangover?” He asked.
“Kimchi picklebacks.” I answered.
“Ugh…” Theo cringed.
“By the third one you can’t taste anything.” I said.
“Because your tastebuds are dead.” He said.
“Still get the discount though.” I said.
“You sure do.” Theo said. “Well this was great lets not do this again anytime soon.”
“Actually… can we take a walk? I promise I’ll let you scream all you want at me before you go.” I said.
“You sure, I’ve been holding a lot in.” Theo said.
“My therapist says its bad to keep things bottled up.” I said.
“You’re in therapy?” He said genuinely surprised. “Like with a real certified therapist?”
“Psychiatrist technically but she only gives meds as a last resort.” I said.
“Wow. The girl who once said psychology isn’t even a real science willingly went to therapy.” Theo said.
“It’s a long story.” I said.
“Must be some story. The one time I suggested it you graphically suggested where I could shove it.” Theo said.
“Kind of like when I suggested you should cut down on the shoes at stick to your budget?” I retorted.
“Those shoes were amazing and worth maxing out my credit card.” He said.
“You had three pairs just like them.” I said.
“One was grey and the other was charcoal.” Theo insisted as I got my drink and followed me out.
We walked down a few blocks until we got to a very familiar park.
“Haven’t been here in years.” He said.
“Yeah. Glad they finally fixed the slide.” I said.
“That thing was a death trap.” Theo said.
“So you’re going to yell at me after I say it but I need you to hear me before you do.” I said and Theo glared at me but didn’t say anything. “I don’t regret what I did. I took Jamie in because I knew what it was like to be alone in the world and the kid did not deserve that. Grace didn’t leave because she didn’t want him. She was sick and she needed help. It took her a while but she pulled it together.”
“After five years of almost no contact other than a few postcards.” Theo said.
“But she did. She loved that kid just like we did but we’re not his parents.” I said.
“We were a family.” Theo said. “You didn’t even talk to me before just giving him to her.”
“Because there was nothing to talk about.” I said. “We were drowning and barely getting by. I was a trainwreck who wasn’t eating or sleeping and one bad day away from jumping in front of a bus. You dropped out of school to bartend full time to keep a roof over our heads and you were still in denial about being gay, used me as a beard and told your parents I ‘fixed’ you.”
“I had everything I needed. We would have figured it out.” Theo said.
“We were living in denial.” I said.
“She’s a fucking junkie Hanna! You let her take the kid who knows where and she could have fallen off the wag on and Jamie…” he started.
“Jamie’s fine.” I said taking out my phone.
“How can you be so sure?” He said before I handed him my phone so he could see Grace’s Instagram profile and all the photos of Jamie she had posted.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on them.” I said.
“You mean you’ve been cyberstalking her?” Theo said as he kept scrolling down the photos stopping at the one of Jamie’s Soccer game.
“Same thing. I didn’t just let him go. It was something I thought over and over again and everytime it always made sense that he would go back to his mom.” I said. “We put our lives on hold for that kid and we did our job better than anyone every expected us to but he is not our kid.”
“It was five years Hanna. For five years we raised that kid, and we had a good life.” He said.
“It was a good life but it wasn’t our happily ever after.” I said.
“I had a family…. I had my family.” He said tearing up. “When I was a kid I hated myself for being the way I was… for being different. My mom always said that god had a reason for everything but I never understood why he made me the way I was in a family that hated that part of me. I hated myself and I guess maybe deep down I still do.”
“I don’t.” I said. “You’re the guy who put his life on hold to help his best friend raise her nephew. You’re also the guy that dropped out of school to bartend fulltime to keep a roof over our heads so I wouldn’t. People like that are rare. You’re going to have a family one day with a man who loves all of you. There’s no one who deserves it more than you.”
“You deserve to be happy too.” Theo said.
“Maybe one day but for now I have someone waiting for me at the loft.” I said.
“He’s a good one. A bit too apple pie for my taste but you could use some of that. Someone to help you believe there’s still good in the world.” Theo said.
“We’ll see.” I said getting up.
“Speaking of, where’d you find that one? He looks really familiar from somewhere.” Theo said.
“Steve just has one of those faces.” I said. “I’ll see you around.”
“Was it a dating app? Are you on tinder?” Theo said.
“Bye Theo.” I said walking away.
“Bye Hanna.” Theo said sadly.
That wasn’t a reconciliation. The sad fact of life was that sometimes friends grow apart. I guess it made sense we grew up really fast together and we leaned on each other a bit too much. My first therapist said it was bordering on toxic co-dependency.
At the very least we got some closure.
By the time I got back Steve was sitting by the window like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.
I really needed to get him back home. This world was going to chew him up and spit him out before stomping out every last shred of optimism he had in him.
Not to mention without anyone in the other world to balance out Tony… well Ultron.
Enough said.
“Hey.” He greeted.
“Hey.” I said shrugging off my jacket and sitting on the couch.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“Honestly I’m talked out. Had a pretty long talk with Theo.” I said. “Mistakes were made on both parts and we agreed that we could have handled things differently. That being said things are never going to be the same again and it’s time we went our separate ways.”
“That’s… I’m sorry.” Steve said.
“That’s life.” I said. “Which brings me to my next point we need to get home. No more distractions or getting side tracked. We get home whatever it takes.”
“Wanting to leave isn’t the problem. We just don’t know how to get back.” Steve said.
“Then it’s time to bring out the big guns.” I said pulling out the boxes of comic books followed by a map. “The only movie and comic books that truly go in depth about the mysteries of the multiverse are the ones with Doctor Strange.”
“More like dimensions than alternate universes.” Steve said.
“Pocket dimensions are like universes within universes. I guess in a way it’s like an Einstein-Rosen bridge from Thor.” I said.
“I don’t think any wormholes are going to open up in the middle of New Mexico.” Steve said.
“They’re not. So when Magic and fiction fail there’s one thing we haven’t tried. Science. Or well the scientific method.” I said.
“You said science hadn’t figured out how to travel the multiverse or even that far into space.” Steve said.
“The scientific method is a methodology. We’re going to think through this problem the way Tony and Bruce would.” I said going into my closet and pulling out a white board.
“Why do you have a whiteboard?” Steve asked confused when I pulled it out of the back of the closet.
“It came in handy when Theo and I were in college. Chemical reactions and calculus problems didn’t always fit on a piece of paper.” I said as I started doodling on the board. “There’s a saying. Once is chance, twice is a coincidence the third time is a pattern. So how do we get our pattern?”
“Let’s start with the first time. Step by step what happened that day?” Steve said.
“Pretty much the same thing I do now except you’re not here, and after work I came home decided I was done picked out my one-day dress. You know the sort of dress that makes my boobs and ass look amazing without making me look slutty. And no matter how bloated I am because Aunt Flo’s in town…” I started.
“I get it.” Steve said.
“Took the metro went to the bar and drank a lot of mango martinis. The night died down and I was in my corner. They started clearing the place out walked to the edge, gave a toast goodbye, finished my overpriced drink and jumped.” I said.
“And?” Steve said.
“I crashed into Tony after he let go of the nuke, fell through the wormhole and here we are.” I said.
“Not that. What do you remember? What did you feel?” Steve said.
“Nothing.” I said.
“Hanna really think about it.” Steve said.
“I didn’t feel anything. I fell, everything went dark and then it wasn’t. That’s all I remember.” I said.
“Okay the second time.” He asked.
“I don’t really remember it. I think I hit my head after the first blast and I was in and out. What do you remember?” I asked.
“Everything.” Steve said. “You and Tony were arguing about him not wanting to leave. The woman kept agreeing with you but you kicked her out, not that she left. The missile hit the house and we were thrown back. You were knocked out. I was closest to you but Tony got to you first but then the second blast hit and the house started falling apart. Tony got pushed back and I grabbed you when you started falling but then the rest of the house started falling and us with it. We got separated when we hit the water. I found you pinned under a beam and I couldn’t get you out…”
“I remember that.” I said cutting him off as I realized how hard that it was for him to say it out loud. “I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t making it out and I told you to go. You didn’t then it all went dark. It was all dark and I was falling. There was a light far away over me and it was getting farther and farther away then all of a sudden I wasn’t. I felt like something grabbed me and sling shot me back up until… I woke up.”
“It was all different. One was on purpose the other was cause by someone. You drowned and died but the first time you didn’t.” Steve said.
“Or did I?” I said.
“What do you mean?” Steve asked.
“Well the first time I jumped off a rooftop bar on the 20 stories high.” I said. “Jumping off a roof seven floors up or less, chances are, you’re going to do some damage but you’ll live. If you want to be sure it’s anything above ten.”
“How do you…” he started.
“Believe it or not a lot of thought goes into planning how to end it all. I did my homework.” I said. “That and I didn’t want to end up a vegetable waiting for someone to pull the plug on me.”
“As bad as things are here they could get better.” Steve said.
“Keep telling yourself that.” I said. “The point I was trying to make is that we’re not entirely sure what happened the first time. I jumped and then what? I crashed into Tony?”
“Yes?” Steve said sounding usure.
“We showed up here the same night I jumped. So maybe the first step to getting back is figuring out what exactly happened the that night.” I said.
“That was months ago.” Steve said.
“There had to have been people around. I mean there are people living on the streets, plus security feeds… social media.” I said.
“What are you expecting to find?” Steve asked.
“Blood spatter on the pavement?” I said and the look on his face when I said it let me know I was in for a lecture about being so callous and reckless with my life. I swear Lecturing me was one of Steve’s favorite past times. “Anything that can give us a clue as to what happened, anything that is remotely similar to what happened when I drowned and we got back here.”
“Alright then. Let’s go to the bar.” Steve said immediately regretting agreeing to this.
“Not dressed like that.” I said going to my closet to pick out an outfit. I threw a pair of black jeans and a navy button up at Steve before pulling off my tee shirt and pulling down my jeans.
After months of living together with only one very small bathroom I kind of stopped caring. That and Steve was super awkward and always covered his own eyes or looked away when I did this.
I pulled out an asymmetrical one strap dress with a thigh high slit midi maroon dress.
I put my long hair up into a messy bun while Steve finished getting ready. I was seriously starting to consider getting a haircut. My hair was getting way too long and it was a hassle to keep it out of the way and to keep it untangled.
I was just slipping on a pair of studs when Steve cleared his throat to get my attention.
“Is this okay?” He said gesturing to his outfit.
“Blue is your color.” I said grabbing my cell phone and ordering us an Uber.
When we got to the bar we took a lap around the building to try and find the spot I would have landed in if I had hit the ground.
Of course it had been months so even if there was a blood splatter it would have been cleaned up by then. I looked up at the roof from the spot I guessed I would have landed at.
“Okay this should be it.” I said.
“Looks clean… well no blood. At least I don’t think that’s blood.” Steve said looking at the ground and the questionable puddle stains on it.
“Well…” I started looking around before I spotted a street camera from the parking lot across the street. “Jackpot. The one things that is the same in any universe is that parking sucks in every major city and all parking attendants have access to the security feed. If we’re lucky they upload it ot the cloud and we can look at the footage from that night.”
“And he’s just going to let us see it?” Steve said.
“Ehem.” I said gesturing to myself. “This is why we dress up Steve.”
After a bit of flirting… some embarrassment on my part because turns out once the parking attendant saw Steve and thought he was Chris Evans I was essentially invisible.
“Oh I have so many questions…” He rambled.
I had to give it to Steve he took it in stride and was surprisingly good at thinking on his feet. Probably practice from his USO tour days.
While he was dealing with his biggest fan I got into the computer and found the camera feed from that night. I downloaded the file onto the UBS keychain I had before saving Steve and preventing him from any big spoilers.
“We got what we came for.” Steve said.
“No, we got a lead but we should still head up. Also I need a drink to forget about how much these heels suck.” I said.
“You’re just making up an excuse to drink.” He said.
“I don’t need an excuse to drink but if I did needing you to cut loose for a bit would be a good one. Seriously being so tightly wound is not healthy.” I said leading him back to the bar.
“You said we needed to focus.” Steve said.
“Who said we can’t do both. Think of this as recon.” I said.
I got him to have a beer but 21st century dancing and music was not his forte.
Once we got home I grabbed my laptop and loaded the video. It was pretty boring just cars coming in and out of the lot or moving across the street. I even spotted myself getting dropped off by the Uber the day of.
“There’s hours of video to go through.” Steve said.
“We don’t need all of it.” I said fast forwarding to later in the night. “Okay I jumped as they were closing the bar around 2:30…”
I moved it about 2:10am.
“Fast forward…” I started at first I didn’t see anything until a giant me sized blur moved down the screen. “Oh!”
“Was that…” Steve started.
“Okay let’s slow it down…” I said backing it up and moving it slowly frame by frame. And yeah I had most definitely hit the pavement that night. I didn’t know what I was expecting but I felt my heartbeat in my ears and a knot in my throat seeing it happen. It wasn’t gory or graphic it was just a blur and a loud snap when I hit the pavement. It was dark and I didn’t see my face but I could see a lump mangled shape on the ground. “Time of death 2:28 am.”
“Turn it off.” Steve said.
“Not yet.” I said.
“Hanna.” He said.
“Wait.” I said firmly… about a minute later there was a bright flash of light that made all the car alarms in the lot and on the street go off and I was gone. “Is that what it looked like in the water?”
“Something like that…” Steve said staring at the screen.
“I actually died that night and, in the water, and both times I went to another universe.” I said.
“It looks that way.” Steve said closing the computer.
“So if we go for a third…” I started.
“No.” he said.
“Steve it happened twice, chances are if it happens again we can go home.” I said.
“Or it’ll kill you permanently this time.” Steve said.
“I don’t think it will.” I said. “It worked twice there isn’t a reason it wouldn’t happen again.”
“That’s not a chance I’m willing to take.” He said.
“It’s not your choice to make.” I said.
“It is when you obviously have a death wish.” Steve said.
“I don’t have a death wish, I want to go home. You don’t think I miss Clint, Natasha, Thor and Bruce or that I want to yell at Tony for being a reckless idiot?” I said. “We know how to get back.”
“You think you know how to get back. This could just as easily kill you and then what? I’ll be the one that has to bury you.” Steve said. “We’ll find another way.”
“What other way? We looked at every possibility and this is the only one real lead we have.” I said.
“We’ll find something else.” He said.
“And if we don’t?” I said.
“We’ll find something.” Steve said
“It’s been months if we were going to find something else don’t you think we would have found something already?” I said.
“You are not dying again.” Steve said. “and if the others were here they’d agree with me.”
“They’d also realize this might be our only chance and to get back and would come to terms with the risk.” I said.
“I said no.” He said.
“You’re not in charge here.” I said.
“I am when you’re not thinking straight.” Steve said.
“Just because it’s not the way you’d do it doesn’t mean it isn’t right.” I said with that I headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
The next few days were tense and we hardly spoke to each other.
But just because he wasn’t talking to me doesn’t mean he wasn’t talking to someone else.
Since he couldn’t get me to see things his way he talked to the one person he thought could give him any sense of insight to me.
That person being Theo.
“So you screwed up already huh?” he said when he showed up at the diner Steve asked to meet him at.
“I didn’t screw up.” Steve said. “We just disagreed on something and she refuses to even consider another option other than…”
“Hers because Hanna knows everything and she knows better than everyone.” Theo finished for him.
“She didn’t put it like that.” Steve said.
“Oh she never does.” Theo said. “I have to say she’s a mess of a person but her instincts are always on point.”
“They are but not about this.” Steve said.
“What are you guys fighting about?” Theo said.
“I’d rather not say.” Steve said.
“Her future?” Theo guessed.
“You could say that…” Steve said since he was half right.
“Yeah that’s the problem with geniuses.” Theo said.
“Geniuses?” Steve said confused.
“Well not technically a genius. Wait you haven’t noticed it?” Theo said.
“Noticed what?” Steve said.
“Hanna’s insanely good and specific memory? Completely perfect recall of well almost all events. Makes her almost unbeatable at trivia.” Theo said.
Steve thought about it… how Hanna was able to perfectly recall events from conversations, facts and more importantly the movies about his and the rest of the team’s lives. The tiny details he would have missed unless Hanna pointed them out. How highly aware she was of her surroundings even though most of the time she seemed aloof or as if she wasn’t paying attention.
“Huh…” Steve said.
“Yeah, she’s good. Skipped a grade, could always ace a test without ever studying. The thing about gifted people especially those that get classified as gifted early on is that they can go one of two ways. They either grow up to be total neurotic control freak workaholics that only live to work and nothing else matters outside of it or… They grow up to settle for the bare minimum because they don’t see the point.” He said.
“Hanna’s not either of those.” Steve said.
“Nope Hanna’s a bit of both but her problem isn’t that. Hanna’s problem comes down to one thing. She needs to be needed.” Theo said. “Why else would a seventeen year old kid take on the responsibility of raising a kid that isn’t hers and does whatever it takes to get the kid’s junkie mom into rehab over and over again no matter how many times she disappoints her. It’s the worst thing about her but its also the best thing.”
“How is that supposed to help?” Steve said. “How do I talk her out of what she wants to do?”
“You don’t.” Theo said. “Hanna’s a pragmatist and as annoying as it is she’s mostly always right. The only time I managed to talk her into doing something my way was because I managed to come up with an idea that she hadn’t thought of yet.”
“So I just need to come up with a better plan than hers?” Steve said. “I can do that. It can’t be that hard her plan is jumping off a building.”
“Bungee jumping? What the hell when I suggested it she said I better update my life insurance policy and will and even then it was a no.” Theo said.
“We’re planning a vacation.” Steve said as a cover.
“Nowhere sunny. She hates the sun.” Theo added.