Return her from the door

Mark was cooking in the kitchen. It was around 7 in the evening. Lucy was doing her homework in her room with her friends and Mrs Evans was sitting on the sofa in the living room near the kitchen.

She was constantly trying to talk with Mark and Mark was giving her cold replies.

*Ting tong*

"Someone's on the door. Who could it be at this time?" Mrs Evans got up and went towards the door while mumbling.

"Mr George with his wife and your husband." Mark mentioned the guests.

"Oh. Henry must have gotten off work then. They must have came to chat. And I still don't understand how you know who is on the door without looking?" Mrs Evans stated.

She had gotten used to the antics of her son.

She opened the door and it really was her husband and his colleague George with his wife Helen.

"Hello dear, come inside." Mrs Evans greeted them and open the door completely to let them in.

"You don't seem surprised to see us. I thought you would be." Mr Evans uttered his thoughts while entering the his house. Mr George and his wife Helen followed him.

"What is surprising about you? Plus I already knew that it was you." Mrs Evans sneered. All four of them sat on the sofa and looked at each other. All of them waiting for someone to start the conversation so that they can start their own.

"Well try to make Mrs Silvan return from the door as we don't have enough to feed her." Mark said to Mrs Evans. This was the Hammer that broke the thin ice for the start of the conversation.

Now all four of them had a starting topic.

"Okay honey. Was she the one that was going to come to inform us about the marriage of her daughter?" Mrs Evans replied to Mark.

"Yeah." Mark said while giving the finishing touches to the food.

"Oh, time sure flies. A few years ago when I saw her, she was just a child." Mr Evans mouthed.

"You mean the daughter of Mrs Silvan, right? I have also seen her a few times." Mrs Helen added.

"So, do you know that we are going to have a night shift tonight." Mr Evans said the problematic thing that he had prepared for.

"Oh. Just die in your night shift then." Mrs Evans coldly stated.

"And you say that you have nothing in common." Mr Evans weakly murmured.

"What is this George? This is nearly two weeks in a row. If not for the fact that it is this thing or I would have thought that he was cheating on me." Mrs Evans said pointing at Mr Evans.

"He didn't have the guts or principles to cheat on you." Mark addressed his father.

"I know honey. I know." Mrs Evans said dejectedly.

"Why are you guys doing it? Has the crime rates risen that much?" Mrs Evans asked.

"Everyday, 13 Police are killed, 567 unidentified corpses are found and 167 rapes happen in the New York City. A average of 19 gang fights happen every night. So the chances of the increasing Police forces are high." Mark indicated the the crime rate at that time.

"That's quite an accurate one. Where did you get it?" Mr George asked.

"I collected it myself. For my summer report."

"So you guys were hiding so much?" Both Mrs Evans and Helen asked their husbands.

"We are the Police and we need to be ready at all times." Mrs Evans valiantly tried to say and failed. It looked like the cringe line of an extremely cringe movie.

"What he actually meant was that their mentality needs to be in perfect condition and it can only be when they don't need to worry about you. Vice Versa applies as well." Mr George also tried to explain.

"What they both meant was that they didn't want you to get worried and sad due to them. Both of your emotions also affect your husbands and that could cause an actual danger. What if they are driving in trance about the what you said and died in an accident. Stuff like that. I can give more profound examples if you want me too."

Mark said emotionlessly. All four of them looked speechlessly at him for he just killed them in his example, without twitching an eye at that.

"So how is your daughter?" Mrs Evans asked trying to change the awkward atmosphere.

"Well she is good. She got extremely good grades this year. How was your children?" Mrs Helen stepped on the landmine.

"You already know about Lucy, and Mark's results didn't change. He was still in the middle of the class and even now he is still in the middle of his class. The only problem being that he didn't take his papers seriously." Mr Evans said while boring the burning gaze of Mrs Evans.

"Because he had already completed his education till college on his own and now he doesn't care about it. He can get any degree that he wants to. Specially in the chemical engineering and medicine. Last year some graduates from the Ivy League came to ask for his help in one of their projects. That was also when we learned of this."

Mrs Evans said proudly. She was proud for her son but she still felt a little lost at his metamorphosis.

"So he hasn't decided of anything yet." George said to them.

"Because I don't have any goals and desires. I have done most of the things that society could expect of me. Now I just want to find what 'I' want to do." Mark stated scaring Mr George as Mark was behind him.

"Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Turn of the stove at that time. I have already set a an alarm to remind you of it. I am going to take a bath, you can start eating without me." Mark told Mrs Evans.

"He really likes bathing." Mr Evans said.

"I just like water." Mark mentioned.

"You have problematic kids." Mr George said.

"He is not a problem to us though. He had his own way of showing his care. He started working part time jobs because we didn't have enough money to pay for all the cost at that time. He started to cook food everyday after she fainted while cooking one day. And he cooks really well. You already know about the rest." Mr Evans said.

"And that's why I said problematic. I told you to not read those honest cop books of yours to him, especially when he was like that. They were too different from the actual world and the ideals they had is something that is plain stupid." George said to Mr Evans.

"Come on guys, really? Why do all of you think that it was the fault of an honest cop series. How?" Mr Evans asked all of them.

*Stare*

"Okay, okay, some of them would have been the fault of the honest cop but even criminals read them and they didn't turn out to be good." Mr Evans stepped on an explosive topic.

"How dare you compare him to criminals? What he does is not crime." Mrs Evans said in anger.