 Why did Eddie’s mother forget to make dinner?
Eddie Taylor would like to have finished it, but the bar of morning sunlight poking in under the window shade pried his eyes open. Then, remembering the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it all right if I use the Geiger counter today?” Eddie found it easy to believe the stories he had heard about his father being an outstanding football player in his time. “You may use the Geiger counter any time you want, Eddie,” Mr. Taylor said, “as long as you take good care of it. But, from what I hear, there are plenty of rock formations. Still, one clue is as good as another when it comes to hunting uranium ore, I guess. He washed hurriedly, knowing that even if he missed a spot or two, he was fairly safe. It could start cavities. Finished, Eddie went out to breakfast. “Good morning, dear,” his mother greeted him, handing him a plate of eggs. Get at it right away, and you’ll still have time to hunt your uranium. In fact, anything having to do with atomic science excited him. You couldn’t have a father who was head of the atomic-science department at Oceanview College without picking up a little knowledge along the way. Eddie knew that a radioisotope was a material which had been “cooked” in an atomic reactor until it was “hot” with radioactivity. When carefully controlled, the radiation stored up in such isotopes was used in many beneficial ways. One reason for asking that particular question was to keep from prying deeper into the subject of the radioisotope. Much of his father’s work at Oceanview College was of a secret nature. His father usually volunteered any information he wanted known, so Eddie stuck to questions which could and would be answered. At the speed atomic science is moving today, we simply can’t afford to waste time. It took Eddie over an hour to sort out the newspapers and magazines in the garage, tie them in neat bundles, and place them out on the front curb for the Goodwill pickup. “Anything else, Mom?” he asked, returning to the house and getting the Geiger counter out of the closet. The best way to get there was by rowboat across Moon Bay, and that was too long a row to be starting now. The taffy-colored cocker spaniel yipped wildly over his freedom, racing back and forth as Eddie started down the street. 20 Eddie went inside and followed Teena to the kitchen.
 Mr. Taylor’s isotope was stolen
 Eddie forgot to do some of his chores, so she had to do them for him.  Mr. Taylor was injured at work.  Mr. Taylor’s isotope was stolen  Eddie forgot was home earlier than expected, so sinner wasn’t ready yet.