You ask, "Were you in the desert recently?"

Uncle Bob gets a far-away look in his eye. "I love the desert..." His voice trails off and you sit in silence for a few seconds. "What?" he exclaims. "What were you saying?"

"Nothing, Uncle Bob." It seems pretty clear that he doesn't want to talk about anything related to his job--whatever it is--so you decide to drop it. "Let's have breakfast."

Together you enjoy your Frosted Flakes, as you tell him about the creepy start to your morning.


Back to the beginning to start another story path?