Sam paced by her car momentarily as she tried to decide how to handle this situation. Common sense told her that all boys that age, well at least most of them, had magazines like that in their room. 'Of course,' she thought to herself, 'most of them she didn't catch in the act of attempting to hide them.' She decided the best course of action would be to act as if it never happened, hopefully Eli would be embarrassed enough about the situation to not mention it. She started gathering her things out of the car and as she loaded them in her arms she hoped he would find a way to stay busy until she was done cleaning.<br/><br/>Sam made a couple of trips and brought her supplies inside and decided to start with the biggest mess first. She headed to Eli's room, she wasn't sure what she was hearing, but she hoped the noise indicated that he wasn't in there still. She paused on her way looking out one of the back windows of the house. What she saw made her gasp. His arm still in the sling, Eli was easily skating back and forth on a ramp, going airborne and then landing once again. He made it look like it was easy, he seemed to be a natural on the inline skates, but Sam still gasped every time his feet left the ramp. She watched the boy for a few short moments, before deciding that he had everything under control, at least on the skates. She moved on, hoping to get his bedroom done before he finished skating.<br/><br/>Sam quickly started piling dirty clothes into a pile and picking up the floor, she stripped the bed and put it in the pile of dirty clothing. She carried the pile to the laundry room and went back to the bedroom. She started a load of wash and went back to the bedroom admiring the fact that she could walk into and through the room without walking on things. She went to the bed, bending over she hefted the side of the mattress up into the air, preparing to turn it and flip it.