Fifteen years on.
It had been a hot day, the sun had beat down on the Simpson residence mercilessly, Homer had decided and began a BBQ, it was Saturday there was no work, no work tomorrow so why shouldn’t they as a family spend it together having fun. It had been a good day, Homers cooking wasn’t up to much but BBQ food just had to be burned so no one cared. He sat back in the chair, his wife Marge next to him, the sun had long gone but the warmth remained, the breeze was cool and blew his two remaining strands of hair. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world, well he did but the duff had seen to it that his cares were well and truly beaten back
Marge had also had a good day, the kids had been good, that in itself was a good day, but she had began to share her husbands beers and as she relaxed, stared up at the stars and felt the breeze she to felt carefree. Though she had no where near as many as homer, she was more than worse for a little wear, she had allowed the kids the run of the house, she had an idea they were messing it up, she didn’t care, they had the TV on too loud, she didn’t care and they were staying up too late, still she didn’t care.