Ah, now Bran is acting more like a seventeen-year-old, and not like some snotty supersleuth.   Norm leans against the wall, catching his breath.  It has been awhile since he's called his own mum, hasn't it?  Can't really be helped--the woman is batshit insane.  Keeps insisting that God lives in the house across the street, and things of that ilk.  Apparently the Almighty really likes her rhubarb pies.  But she is his mum, after all.  As someone once said, you only ever get one.<br/><br/>"Just make sure she's there, for one," he suggests.   "Don't worry about what to say."  Although, he's got a bad feeling about this.   He'll be, frankly, surprised if Bran's mum really<em>is</em>there; something inside him isn't too optimistic about the prospect.  He'd tell Bran as such, but the lad looks like he's got a lot on his mind already.  No point in making it worse.