
Picking up from Part One:
"I know where Candy's at."

"Jun—Junior told me ev'ry—ev'rything. Oh! The baby's comin'. Right now—right now, right now," she wailed.
"Mary?" Junior's voice called from inside the house.
Junior. Junior Mann. Valentine had all but convinced himself it couldn't be him and here Mary was tellin'
him...but they couldn't have that out now. Mary pushed him to go when he got her through the backdoor.
It led to a bathroom but she didn't want him to go no farther. Junior was on the other side of the other door.

"Mary! There you are! It's time?"
"Right now—Right now, right now, right now," she lapsed back into her mantra.

"Okay, hold on."

She couldn't make it upstairs so Junior got her to the living room.
"Honey, c'mon, lie back on the couch."
"No."
"Mary—"
"No!"

"Wanna be on the floor," she said.
"The floor? Mary, you can't give birth on the floor!"
"It's where, it's where I wanna be. Come on, now, help me. Please."
She was the boss. Junior didn't know what the hell he was doing but if the floor is what she needed
then he guessed the floor is where they were havin' this baby. "Hold on, honey. I gotcha."

Mary conked out when it was all said and done. There were two of them! A girl and a boy!
It's kinda lucky she'd been on that sewing spree, the one baby's back-up got put to good use now there's two.
Lana followed her hunch to the source when she got home from work. Dinner wasn't on, Junior wasn't in front
of the television, but they were definitely home. She suspected it must've been baby time and was she ever right!

"Twins, Junior? Really? What were you thinking?"
"Mom—"
"Well, what are their names then?"
Junior beamed as he introduced his mother to Annie and Avery Mann.
"They're definitely cute so they've got that working for them. Congratulations, Junior. Well done,"
Lana said, kissing his forehead and tousling his hair before she left him alone with his new family.

They didn't get much sleep, Mary had to wake up to nurse the babies and both kept cryin' and wantin' to be fed at the same time.
And there wasn't much Junior could do to help with that but he only made one really bad suggestion—blame it on the crying getting to him.
It just seemed logical at the time, there's two of them and so, um, technically she could feed 'em both at the same time...he'd never heard
Mary "cuss" before, if you could call it cussing—she did. Somethin' about bein' or not bein' a brood sow? But they lived through it.
The babies ate and slept and that's all they did. Until this morning when they woke up to the mess
but Mary was on top of it, she just handed him the one she wasn't tending, same as last night.

Lana barged in to check on them. Mary was none too pleased but she didn't say anything.

They got the twins dressed and now it was time to go downstairs and face the brand new world.
*Unlike the Ottomas twins who got the same hair, eyes, and skintone, these two clearly did not. That's Avery
in Junior's arms, with his Mama's brown
blue-eyed girl of the 4 girls born this generation—makes me so glad I'd changed Skye's and Penny's eyes so Una's are a different blue.
But personality-wise—why Junior, why!?! Like a pair of hyperactive slobs to wrangle is what Mary needs in her life!*

Mary's world wasn't so brand new. She cooked and cleaned up, only now she added nursing to her routine.

She was relieved to get a moment alone for a nice, long soak. First in a long while.

Oh, Junior!

"Did Daddy leave y'all in here all mad an' stinky? He do that? Don't you fret none, Mama's here now."

They were changed and bathed and fed and one of 'em, she don't remember which, had to be changed again.
It didn't sound like much but Mary'd had a full day, not busy like she used to, but full and she was all tuckered out.

The family came over so Mary had to hop to and fix up supper real quick.
Delta and him were the only ones like real brother and sister, she ran straight to 'im, every time.
He was gon' make such a great daddy, 'specially once Annie and Avery were big enough to play.

Lana didn't like girls much, not ever. When Junior was born she'd been so glad it was a son, for Rich's legacy, as he used
to call it (before the school years) and for her own sanity. But this little one, she's got a bit of the Grand Mother's gleam,
hasn't she? But Annie...what a name, so pedestrian. "We'll have to find you something more suitable, won't we, little one?"
*No worries, Lana is not renaming this baby, whatever she thinks. She's also reaching
a bit since Annie is, so far, all Land. But she's the arbitrary favourite Lana chose.*

Lana took her downstairs and presented her to the unremarkable grandmaw.
"Now look at her! She look just like Mary, don't she?"
Mary? The woman was seeing things. Ah, there was Homer, he'd know better. Their little Annie-for-now had his eyes, after all.
"Where's the other one?" Beulah asked.
"Junior went to get him. Homer! Kids. Come meet Lady Ann!"

Their tiny table couldn't seat the whole of the Land clan.
"Where's Scot and Dixie anyway?"
"School stuff. They had to finish up a project for Mr. Weiss," River said.
Delta didn't contradict him. She didn't understand why nobody thought to ask why he didn't have the same project to do
now he was in their class, but Junior told her a joke once 'bout how "snitches get stitches" so she followed River's lead.

"Ain't this cosy? Cheesecake don't never fail," Beulah said to herself.

Mary didn't hear her Mama, but she agreed. This was right nice and cosy.

The twins started crying in unison, as was their habit, and Lana barely had time to look down
and acknowledge them before that Beulah was on her feet. Mary swooped in right after her.
They were quite the pair, the two of them, and she didn't mean the twins!
Such flaunting of the maternal instinct. So unnecessary.

Lana was surrounded by Lands! They were everywhere. Everywhere!

"Ready to get started on the next ones?"
"No, sir," Mary said before she even realised how much she meant it.
"Now mind you keep to your side o' the bed until they're outta diapers."

"Yeah right," Junior laughed softly and snuggled in close.
They both fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, it
wouldn't be long before they got their synchronised wake-up call.

For her part, if Junior and that fertile wife of his were going to insist on making
more babies than were needed, Lana would have to re-think a few things.

Good mornin'!

After the babies were cleaned and fed and put down, Mary set about her day, which was
punctuated by more cleaning up (after Junior) that she didn't normally have to do.

Sandy didn't get a lot of time away from the house, it was still too cold to take Proxy out much.
But whenever she got the chance to roam out around town she took full advantage.

"Valentine!"

"Babysitting?"

Mary didn't answer telephones. Val knew that much but he still gave it a try.
Val didn't lie to Lana, he was babysitting. And now he wasn't. Bills had to be paid somehow.
He was biding his time as best he could, Candy had been gone for months, what was a few extra days?
Least he knew she was alive, didn't have to assume. She was alive and she must be safe. Junior was puttin' her up
somewhere to keep her outta the way or maybe she had somethin' on him, somethin' he never would tell Mary.
But if she knew more, if she had an address...Valentine had to find a way to
get to her without causin' more trouble for her, if he could. And if he couldn't...

It's not that Rhett didn't worry about Candy sometimes but Pop was stressin' him the hell out.
She'd come back when she got ready, if she got ready. That's the way she was.
Meantime, the best thing for them all was to keep doin' what they do, workin' an' playin', until
she showed up again at the door or they got that call. Then it was go time. But not before.

"Yo, look at that. It's a cat."

The cat made a beeline for Valentine, to hiss at him.
Must know he didn't like 'em...damn cat. What was it doin' in here anyway?
They were a pet free establishment. Was this Rich Mann's cat?

Valentine didn't know much about Rich but he knew better than to trust him.
He wore his ruthlessness like one of those tailor-made suits of his. Crisp and pressed to perfection.
Lana never told him what happened with them and he didn't ask but the town gossip had it down to Junior's marriage.
Mary Land wasn't thought good enough for the likes of any Rich Mann and maybe Lana agreed but she sided with her son and there it was.
This was one time Valentine didn't think the gossip was far wrong; question was, how much did Rich know about his shady son?
He was that type. Only certain people mattered. And only when he said they did.
Papa would be proud if he knew his Junior took that lesson to heart.

Surprisingly, pride has never sprung to mind when Rich thinks about his (former) son.

"Junior, I think it's very admirable that you don't want to leave your wife alone with two small babies all day but the girl—your wife,
that is, she was bred to this mothering business and, let's be honest, you're not much help around the house, are you? But you
do have business to attend, you've done very well with the store and we don't want to lose momentum. Go back to work, Junior."
~

This was great, there were a lot of the truckers and those other travelling-through folks actually passing through the shop!
And they weren't even anywhere near the highway so it must've been word-of-mouth. This was really a great location because they were right by
the Lands' where Beulah sold up plates of home cooking. Plenty find their way around to Valley Road for that! And they have to pass by him to do it.
*So one of these things is not like the others, but while Junior knows Peter and knows of Samantha, he's never seen her before.*

There was Rhett. Junior knew he'd be seeing him, he hadn't been by the house at all, not since the babies were born.
But why'd he look like that?
"What's up with you?"
"Huh? Nah, it's nothing. Just thinking."
"Don't hurt yourself," Junior said.

Pop was on him to press Junior about Candy. Like all of a sudden he had to know right now.
It was probably Mary havin' them babies that did it. Got him thinkin' about Candy and her kid.
But they'd been all up and through that house. Before Junior left to marry Mary...and live in a shack and
have to sell knickknacks—that must be some real good...well, whatever. Candy sure wasn't in the shack with 'em!
Big sis had pulled a fast one. Pop agreed. And now he was back harpin' on this Junior thing.
"Family Mann Junior. Now I know you could use a night out. One is rough enough but two? We gots to make your first shot a double!"

Junior laughed, his first shot was a double. "Now I'm all caught up to you. Two and two, we're tied."
"Yeah but not exactly, right?" Rhett said, since he brought it up and all, "I mean, I'm behind really, ain't I?"
At first, Junior figured he was feeling guilty about Una but guilty wasn't the tone he was giving. "What do you—"
"I don't know, maybe it's different in families like yours, y'all don't count the ones that ain't 'legitimate' but us Harts, we go by the blood."
"What the hell are you trying to say, Rhett? Huh? You talkin' about my dad and me or are you accusin' me—"
"Hey, I don't know what happened between you and my sister. But I know blood is thicker than water. And I know how
to add. Mary's twins plus Candy's makes three. Or at least three I should say, since you got it like that an' everything."

"I should punch you right in your face."
"Whoa." Rhett took a step back. Junior could probably really kick his ass, he hadn't thought about that.
"I don't know nothin' about Candy, okay." But as he said it, Junior unclenched his fists. None of this was Rhett's fault,
it was all down to his fucking father—his father who didn't believe in blood or legitimacy or nothing else that got in the
way of him doin' whatever he damn well pleased. "I'm sorry she's gone but that ain't down to me, man. Not me."
"If not you then who?"
"How in the hell should I know, Rhett?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're right. My bad. But my Pop, I mean, me and him figured she had her reasons, she always does, but the baby...y'know."
"It ain't one of mine. I know that much."
"Oh. Oh?" Rhett laughed. "But wait, I thought..."
"Look, I told you what I know. And what I don't know. Can we let this go?"
"Uh, yeah. We can squash it."
Rhett didn't want to be at odds with Junior. He'd been avoiding this conversation and it didn't serve no point. Pop was still thinking like
Junior had Mann money or something but, whatever Junior did or didn't do with Candy back when, he sure as hell couldn't afford her no more.
"So two to two, then."

"I think we deserve a few rounds for that."
"What, applause?"
"Hell yeah! What's wrong wit' applause? I've been tryin' to talk my Pop into puttin' a piano on
the roof when we open it up to customers for spring. I'll get mad applause, know what I mean?"
"How is it you can take anything an' make it sound dirty?"
"It's a gift, man."

"So you gonna say you can't come out again or what? C'mon, Mary's
got your mom to help out. You can't be livin' up under them aprons."
Junior didn't know if it was a trap or not, he didn't think Rhett would do that, but his mom
had warned him to stay far the hell away from Valentine and he was taking her advice.
But everything's been so Responsibility this and Wife that. Job this and
Freakin' Father of Two that. Rhett kept askin' an' askin' and Junior wanted to hang out.
"I can't be out too late. Why don't we check out the rest stop?"
"Rest stop? What the hell for? Daytona's pit stop for them trucker dudes?"
"Yeah. Seen a lotta them comin' through today. Girls, too. It's cool, like a party sometimes
when they get to cookin' out and throwin' back the beers. I've chilled out there a couple nights."
Rhett was still skeptical.
"We could bring somethin' stronger than beer, though, if you wanna," Junior said, "If you swing by Homer's.
Girls, girls, girls," he added like he was hypnotizing Rhett. Might work. "Oh shit, heads up."

"What?"
"Sandy, stupid. Head's up."

"Uh, hey."
"Goldie's watching Proxy," Sandy said, forestalling any unnecessary criticism.

"That's not what I was gonna ask. I know you didn't leave her alone, sheesh.
Just wanted to see what it was I got wrong or forgot this time."
"Nothing. I'm only browsing."
"Oh. All right then."

"Look, I don't know what she's doing here but we're still hangin' out tonight. I'm gonna go pick up the booze, like you said.
You, I don't know, distract her or something. I mean, she's gonna see me leave but don't tell her straight out where I'm goin'."

"Hey, Sandy..."
"Junior."
"So...long time no see."

Zigzagging past pigs, Rhett headed to the back of the Lands' house, where the good stuff was.
Now, which kid was that? He couldn't keep 'em straight. Looked like he was on the ball,
though, and Rhett'd rather deal with him anyways instead of haggling it out with Homer.

"Psst, hey you, kid."
"River."
"Yeah, you can tell me how much it's gonna cost if—."
"You lookin' to stock your bar?" Dixie interrupted.
She thought she saw Rhett go past a window.
"Nah, it's not for that."
"I got this," she said to River.
"Full price," he whispered, "no freebies cuz he's hot."
And River left 'em to it. He had the strangest belief all the time that Dixie knew what she was doing.
"Dix-ay."
"Hey Rhett."
"I'm just lookin' for a l'il buzz tonight, a l'il pick-me-up. You got somethin' 'round here that can, uh, pick me up?"

Dixie eyed how far away Scot was from the window, with his nosy ass. She wasn't worried about River.
"Me," she told him.
"Eh, you're just a tease. You Land women. It's in your genes."
"I ain't wearin' jeans."
Rhett looked her up and down. Couldn't beat that logic.
"So you really wanna chill tonight? With me?"
"That's what I been sayin'."

"Mary's doing great, you know."
"I'll never forget how thoughtful she was, you both were, to send over food and supplies when I was on my own.
Those little kindnesses...I am eternally grateful. Generosity without, well....not everyone has the knack."
"It's the way she was raised, I think. The Lands were super cool to me when I needed them, too,
so I know what you mean. Now me, I'm a selfish bastard," Junior said, laughing, "but I'm learning."

"You should pop in for a visit one day, I'm sure Mary would love it."
"Penny."
"What about her?"
"I don't know Mary well but I do know Penny. Mary is very kind-hearted but she is Penny's friend."
"So am I. Doesn't stop me being your friend, right?"
"No, but being Rhett's friend also, being his friend first and foremost, means I know whose trust is your priority."

Rhett wished certain folks would stop jokin' like he had a wife. The only somebody he ever asked to
be his wife turned him down cold and good thing, too! Nothin' stopping him from gettin' on with his life.
"Dix-ay. Dixie, Dixie, Dixie."
They couldn't leave her house together, o'course, but when Rhett told her how long to wait before coming to meet him
at his workplace it was mostly cuz he had to scope it out first, make sure there weren't no signs of Ottomas or Daytona.

He led her in under the canopy of trees and stopped when he found a sweet spot.
"I was thinkin' about what you said the other night."
"What's that?"
"About how you're all, heh, grown up now."

Dixie didn't seem too enthusiastic about his kiss...

...but when Rhett put the moves on her, proper, she fell for it.
She was determined to fall for it.
His reputation had preceded him. So the fact that he was clearly a believer in the "withdrawal" method (and
he cheats!) paled against the fact that he was funny and he was fun...and he was Goldie's only brother.

And so, as it happened, Dixie was deflowered by a snake in the grass.

It was just her luck that when she tiptoed back home her mama was up getting a glass of water.
Beulah called out, "hold up now, hold up. Dixie, you got any idea what time it is?"
"Nope."
"Now you listen up good. We still got rules 'round here and every somebody live in this house live by them
rules, even the grown folks, so don't think your birthday is some kinda excuse. Now where you been?"
"I stayed over late with Mary," she lied, "I'm goin' back there, I mean, I'm movin' in. Gonna help out with the
babies," she said and hoped that wasn't a lie because she had no idea what Mary was gonna say about her plan.
Beulah grunted. "Mary know better than to let you walk home alone this time o' night. Where was Junior?"
"Mama, it's Widespot. I'm fine."
"You go on and get some rest and we'll talk about this movin' business in the morning."

Wasn't nothin' to talk about. Dixie wasn't Mary. She was "a woman" now and sharing this room with her little sister, living
by her parents rules and with everybody in your business all the time. Hell no. She was gettin' up outta here. Tomorrow.
~

"Va—what are, what you doin' here?" Mary stammered when she opened
her front door to find Valentine on the other side. "Lana's not home."
"I know," he said. He wasn't about to be deterred another day, he had a pretext and
she had an empty house. "Sandy asked me to bring by this gift for you. And yours."
"Sandy did?"
Matter of fact, she did. Val was almost as surprised as Mary. "Apparently she got to talkin' to that
husband of yours and she wanted to get you something and she thought it'd be 'presumptuous' to bring
it herself when she don't know you that well but she know we, our families, been, hm, 'great friends'."
"Oh."
"It's a baby book. For writing and pasting in your memories and such. Can I come in?"

Valentine couldn't get a fix on Sandy. She kept herself to herself, exceptin' only using Proxy as her way into, and
out of, conversation. He could not understand how that woman fell for Rhett. Tripped on him was probably more like it.
But she was livin' in Candy's room and she couldn't stay there—Rhett was gonna have to learn how to share.
"So there's the baby book for your, uh, your twins and there's also a card
in there somewhere from all us. You been so much a part of our family—"
"Thank you," Mary cut him off.
Val nodded to himself. "We didn't get to finish our talk,"he said, "With good reason—"
"Where are my manners?" she said, unintentionally echoing Lana, "I ain't fit for company,
I thought you was Dixie. I'm gon' run up real quick and get changed. I'll be back in a minute."
"No need for all that, Mary. This won't take long. I—"
"No, I better...Junior wouldn't..." Mary resisted the urge to tug at her nightgown, she knew that only accentuated...things, Junior sure
always...but she was real uncomfortable. With him in her house. And her alone with the babies. And not wearin' her right clothes.

She barely noticed she still had Avery in her arm, he bounced right along with her, he ain't whine or fuss or nothin'.
Valentine didn't want to spend any longer in this house than he had to but Mary's modesty was one of those things about her,
it was no use fighting. He definitely couldn't follow her up those stairs and insist on having his say and come what may.
He had to wait.

So Val went and sat down while he waited. Not on the couch she'd caught him on with Lana.
On the identical one perpendicular to it. And look what we have here. He didn't get a good look at the
one in her arms—Mary wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable—but this little princess caught his eye.
Mary hurried back down soon as she was dressed and she found Valentine holdin' her baby.
"You look better in purple," he said, "Always did."
This was too much, Mary couldn't take him standing there in possession of Annie like that.
She put Avery down and took Annie away from him.
He came with something to say, so...say.

"I'm sick o' secrets, Mary."
She hoped he wasn't makin' no claims 'bout her babies again.
"I got no right to be here and I know it. But I need to know what you know about Candy. Everything. Where'd Junior send her to?"

"Junior! Junior ain't—you think if Junior, I woulda still...? No. That ain't Junior's baby she was carryin'."
"Mary."
"I asked him. I asked him 'fore we got married. And he told me everything."

Everything? What was everything? Did he even want to know?
"Who?" Valentine asked.
"Mr. Mann."

Junior had not set foot near this house in months but he wasn't worrying about Valentine just now, he was kinda pissed off.
"Dude. You left me standing around with your fake wife like she wasn't gonna notice something was up."
Rhett wasn't tryin' to hear none o' that. Sandy was the mother of his kid and
she lived in his house but she had her own room. "We have an arrangement."
"Yeah right. Even you can't believe that one."
"No, for real. She's the one insisted. Called it a 'practical, economic arrangement'. So I was like 'deal!'
And that's all it is. If she does her thing, I don't mind. I'm-a do mine. No harm, no foul."
"But are you still sleeping wit' her?"
"Yo, you...you shoulda never got married. You're becomin' old before your time, man."
"Jus' sayin'. More babies sounds like something that might undo the no-harm-no-foul rule. But anyways, I'm here
cuz you blew me off, after you talked me into goin' out and palmed your baby mama off on me. Not cool, Rhett."

"Aw, man, I forgot about you. Totally forgot. An, uh, opportunity came up, y'know."

Dixie stuck by her lie-turned-decision. She was movin' out to stay with Mary. Now all she had to do was tell Mary.

Mary was expectin' Dixie to come by, she came by a lot since she ain't had no school or nothin' no more, but
when her sister announced to her that she wanted to move in, like right now, Mary did her best to grin and bear it.

She didn't want Dixie to think she didn't want her here but she still tried to dissuade her with the obvious.
"I don't know what Junior or Lana's gon' think and we don't have no room."
"Yeah, you do. That empty room right over where we're standin'."
"That's the babies' room."
"The babies ain't in it. Y'all got them set up sleepin' in your room. It won't be for long. I hope."
"Well..."
"Thanks, Mary."
"I still got to talk to Junior, though. And the only door to that room is through our room."
"Yeah, I promise not to interrupt when I think y'all are doin' the do."
"Dixie."
"Oh, c'mon, Mary, lighten up. This'll be fun!"

Picking a favourite was part of the deal with a two-for-one and Dixie had decided that she was
gonna rock with Avery herself. She didn't think neither of 'em looked much like nobody yet but,
still, Avery was gonna be her main l'il dude. It was all set. Now what was wrong with his mama?

"Pop?"
"Where you been this time of morning? I been waiting."
"I was, um—wait, waitin' for what?"

"We're goin' to get your sister."

Rhett knew that look. And, of course, he saw that ol' bat Pop was gripping.
"You found out, for sure, where she is?"
"No, but I know for damn sure who she's with. Let's go."
Aw hell, what was he gonna do? Rhett didn't want to jump Junior. But...he didn't really have a choice if that's what they were doin'.
He wasn't about to tell Pop that Junior had been right outside. The least he could do was stall, give him a head start.
"But where to, if you only know who?"
"Rich Mann's house."
"We snuck in there already."
"And we're goin' back. Right now. That son of a bitch. That's why he disowned Junior. Not Mary. Candy."
"Say what? His father? Aw hell no!" Rhett was decided. "We don't play that. Ain't no way she went off wit' him cuz she wanted it. Let's go!"
Valentine had already set into motion, muttering to himself, "Had the nerve to come into my
place o' business. Gloating. With that damn cat. We'll see who laughs last when I catch his ass."

Rhett was a lover, not a fighter, but he was with his Pop on this one, 100%.
He ran back for a big stick of his own to hold but Pop didn't have any extra bats lying around so Rhett made his way to the kitchen.
"But you don't even cook," was the only thing that crossed his mind when
Valentine turned around for him to catch up and saw him brandishing that pot.
"I know but, I mean, it's heavy. Lid's stuck though. Might make a nice thud."
A nice thud upside his own head most like if Rich wasn't the only man on the other side o' that door.
They knocked first. And someone shuffled toward them.

Candy.

Pop grabbed her up tight.
Rhett was confused. He was glad to see her, no bruises, but why the hell were they all
worked up and she was here, flouncin' around in this big ass house, lookin' so normal?

"Candy, get your baby and let's go. I don't know what he promised you but no.
This ain't...we'll figure it out when we get home. Where's the baby?" he asked. "Rhett."
"Come on, I'll help you get your shit and collect the kid. Just tell me what room it's in. Yoo-hoo, snap out of it, dude!"
"Just go find the baby," Valentine said to him.
"Pop..."
"Yes, Can?"

What the—where the hell did he come from!
"You're making very free in my home, I see."

"Whoa." Rhett practically heard his jaw snap back.
Now that's what he was talkin' 'bout. Didn't even need the bat, Pop laid him out!

"You been makin' free with my daughter. You stay the hell away from her!"

Rhett pitied the fool who crossed his Pop but that old dude was flat on his ass and outta nowhere
he started slowly laughing to himself. It wasn't even like real laughing, he was...kinda...scary.
"Do you want to tell him, my sweet, or shall I?"
Valentine took another menacing step forward, pushing Candy back behind him.
"You watch how you talk to my daughter," he threatened.
"Your daughter, Mr. Valentine, is my wife."
~
I was going to attempt to do something, who knows what, about that lid on Rhett's pot but it became funnier to me the way it was. In fact, I cracked myself up all through putting this one together. Could be exhaustion but anyway I hope you enjoyed it! Time is short for simming but there is still Part Three a-comin'! Thanks for reading :-D
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