Uriel said, "I have, she just doesn't believe it. I found a job, I am almost through with my first bit of University in History, and there are other things I'll tell ya about." Like the fact that you're going to be an uncle in four months or so, he added silently. Damn, but he had a hard time not cheesing after that thought. He took himself to the study and peered out the window, pulling his pipe out of his jacket pocket and sticking it between his teeth without lighting.

What Zech did not know was that Uriel had bought property, got off his lazy ass and helped to build his own house, and did it in this area even before mother had pushed him to go away. Uriel had no idea his brother was in the same town until mother'd said something. He had merely wanted to get away from that blasted Ghost town where everything was gloomy and gray.

He stood in thoughtful silence and thought about his incoming child with a heart full of joy. He knew the family would be furious but it was HIS life and his choice. Perhaps Zech might be the only one who gave two shits.