Psy laid on the couch in the common room. He stared expressionlessly at the ceiling and looked back at a letter in his hand every once in a while.
Dear Lucas,
Hi honey. It's me your mother. I know that this is sudden,but I wanted to know if you wanted to meet me at the diner in New Mexico,the one we went to when you were younger. I will fill you in on everything when you get here, but I'm afraid your father will not be attending.
Love,
Amilia
A smirk was laid across his face as he re-read the letter.'Of course father will not be attending. He hates me,remember?' He continued to stare at his mother's(if you could call her that) neat as a pin handwriting,so unlike his own.