LUCILLE II

Lucille's eyes lit up. 

"Move in with us? How?" She asked.

  "I could marry your mother and be your father. Not like John, of course, but as your stepfather. I think it would help your mother, and I'd sure like to be here for you and little Mathew. But only if you want me, honey. Otherwise, I won't even talk to Maryanne about it." 

Lucille smiled at him. 

"That's why you brought the flowers, isn't it? Do you think she'll really do it? Is there a chance?" She inquired, biting her lips worriedly.

  "I think I can persuade her. The only time you get a break around here is when I have you on our training course. You're getting to be quite a marksman, too." Tyler replied.

"Marks person, Uncle Tyler," Lucille corrected with a sudden teasing grin. 

"And the other night in karate class I kicked Don's butt."