_Chapter 3: The Third Reason. You can't walk into the bookstore without your mother's face watching you._ The bookstore was quiet for a Friday evening. Normally I avoided public places, but I made an exception tonight. "What's on the bestseller list?" I asked the cashier, regretting it the moment I opened my mouth. "Well, whatever is on there now doesn't matter. _The Answer to Life_ is the only thing that will ever matter." He grinned stupidly. "What is this? The friggin' _Twilight Zone_?" I backed away from the counter, not believing that my sixty something year old mother had a cult following. I should have known; her picture was hanging in the window. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/28148