Leaving the venue the group returned to the car where Marie's mother was busy waiting for them. The middle-aged woman had stayed behind the whole time, though it would seriously surprise Gary if she was unaware of what was going on at such a place.
To be honest, the teenager felt a little strange seeing her there. He had always pictured that if he were to join a gang for real, not just as a transporter but as a full fledged member, one that would do whatever his superiors told him to do, that it would be something he would do his darndest to keep from his family. Gary had even been prepared to take it to the grave with him, just so that his mother and sister could keep him in their memory, as the good boy and brother they remembered.