Jennifer followed Max at a distance and allowed him ample alone time. On this trip neither of them had had much alone time and that was a commodity that Jenn had much of prior to now. Finally, she approached him and slipped her hand into his. No words were necessary between them.<br/><br/>She knew that she might not ever be quite enough for him but today was their reality and as imperfect a fit as they might be, she was happy. Then a thought struck her.<br/><br/>"Max, what if my mother is dead or what is she is gone and no one has ever heard of her?" Jennifer listened to a seagull cry out its selfish pain as it flew over head.<br/><br/>The horn from the jeep honked and they head toward it with many questions left unanswered.