I looked up at your face. You were frozen – looking at your hand in mine. ‘I should sit,’ You said. ‘Oh – yes – right here.’ I pointed ...o the chair by the right end of the piano keys. ‘Sit here.’ You carefully sat. I noticed you had a ribbon in your black hair. You look a sip of your tea and looked up at me. Our eyes truly met. You were so beautiful – the vision of a young woman in love and I thought whoever you have fallen for is a very lucky boy. We began to talk. The weather. School. One. You could only assume that the girls get their looks from their father, who ran out on them when Jenny was 10. You saw a picture of him once, and he kind of looked like a combination of Brad Pitt and a young Marlon Brando. He was probably “dreamy,” especially to your mother-in-law.When you arrived, you and Jenny went to the dining room to catch up, awaiting her sisters’ arrival. With all the fighting you’ve done with Jenny, you were eagerly awaiting seeing her sisters, if anything, just to let. "Now there are enough rooms for you and Sam to have your own, or you could share a room if you want." "I'll see," I reply before going off to explore the house. Eventually Sam and her parents arrived and we decided to share a room, since as Sam put it, it would be like an extended sleepover. The following day, we all decided to go to the beach and spend a few hours there before going out to eat for dinner. Sam and I got changed, talking and laughing about high school and the past few weeks. Out. First, I had to have my appendix out and it cost me the winter and spring semesters at school and second, since I had to be around the house all day Nina was around to do her very best to break me down. She went from tight sweaters and tight jeans in April and May to shorts and tank tops in June and July, but it really got bad when August came around and she started coming over in bikini bathing suits. I do have to admit that I almost lost it once and was ready to take her in the house and do.