Family Concerns

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“Napoleon, are you alright?”

“Huh?  Oh, yes; that was my sister on the phone.  Mom had some sort of medical issue that required a short hospital stay.  She was annoyed that I was unavailable, I promised I would come this weekend assuming nothing comes up.”

“It bothers you that you weren’t able to be there, doesn’t it?”

“She’s my mother, Illya; of course it bothers me.  I’m also the oldest.”

“So, you have a duty.”

“Yes.  How do you tell your family that you have to save the world?”

“They know you love them.”

“But is that enough?”

“One hopes.”

Family Concerns

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“Napoleon, are you alright?”

“Huh?  Oh, yes; that was my sister on the phone.  Mom had some sort of medical issue that required a short hospital stay.  She was annoyed that I was unavailable, I promised I would come this weekend assuming nothing comes up.”

“It bothers you that you weren’t able to be there, doesn’t it?”

“She’s my mother, Illya; of course it bothers me.  I’m also the oldest.”

“So, you have a duty.”

“Yes.  How do you tell your family that you have to save the world?”

“They know you love them.”

“But is that enough?”

“One hopes.”

Something to start off the week with... enjoy

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Something to start off the week with... enjoy

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Dinner and a Story

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One Thursday night, Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo worked until almost 9PM before deciding to call it a night and heading out for a late dinner.  As it was the cleaners’ late night, they handed their badges in at the Reception Desk and passed through the thick door into Del Floria’s.  They waited until they heard his last customer leave before exiting the changing booth.  The older man was just hanging his “Closed” sign on the door.

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Dinner and a Story

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One Thursday night, Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo worked until almost 9PM before deciding to call it a night and heading out for a late dinner.  As it was the cleaners’ late night, they handed their badges in at the Reception Desk and passed through the thick door into Del Floria’s.  They waited until they heard his last customer leave before exiting the changing booth.  The older man was just hanging his “Closed” sign on the door.

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