“Are you saying that it can be a pocket watch in this world or the next one?” Sam asked as he went back to working on the dinner that had gotten interrupted. He was happy that he now knew that his mother would live long past him that she would not die because of his death. Then the thought struck him… he was going to tell his boss what he TRULY thought of him, and then quit. Or would it be good to quite first then say what he thought of him?
“So tomorrow I quit my job, would like you along for that if your allowed.” Sam tossed the meat into the pot to cook. “Then I would like to go see my mom say good bye to her but not… you know.” He waved his hand around showing that he was not going to tell her that he was going to die. “if I told her that I was with you would that shorten her life?”