It was Eddie, her son Eddie!

He stood there before her, looking imploringly into her eyes, holding his battered backpack in his right hand. It had been two years since she had seen him in the flesh, but he had sent her a picture of himself only a month before; Lily remembered at that time how she had marveled at how quickly he had grown into a handsome young man, how he had lost that little child look as his face took on a manly definition and his thin body filled out and became more muscular. But he was still Eddie, her little boy…

Mother and son hesitated a moment longer, then Lily took several steps toward Eddie, opening her arms. The boy rushed to his mother and hugged her tightly, feeling the soft, round warmth of her, knowing the scent of her hair and the wetness of her tears as she cried out her happiness at seeing him.

They held each other for a long moment, then she drew him back at arms length, her eyes searching his face. She still couldn't believe he was here, and her mind was full of questions about him now; the Renaissance Fair and her problems were completely forgotten. How had he gotten here? Why had he come? Where was his father?

"Honey," she managed to say, her throat thick with emotion. "Eddie, my little Eddie…"

"You're… you're glad to see me, Mom?" he whispered.

"Glad to see you! God, honey, you don't know how glad I really am! It's been two years now, two years…"

"I tried to get – him – to let me come visit you, or to let you come and see me in New York, but he wouldn't allow it; he said the courts didn't give you any… any visiting privileges and he was going to do just what they said… oh, Mommy, Mommy!" Eddie threw himself in his mother's arms again, pressing her softness tight against him, and Eddie could feel the firmness of her warm sensuous breasts against his chest. Lily blinked the tears from her eyes and then for the first time she was looking past her son, her eyes focusing on the car which had brought him and the two people standing beside it, patiently waiting and smiling. Lily didn't like the looks of them at all. They look like swingers, she thought disparagingly.