The parents got on their way. Mother dragged her tentacles and lowered them resignedly. When he saw his wife’s reaction father planted his tentacles that much more firmly at each step. “Why are you so hard? That won’t work.”, his mother asked. “Leave it to me.” “You’ll just drive him away.” “I know what I’m doing.” “I was looking forward to our son coming home. I was hoping we’d start things off well again.” “I said leave it to me.” Mother carried on eating. The food was well cooked and right for her class or her husband's class. Eating it gave her no pleasure.