Josh and I had an argument – a silly argument, but an argument nonetheless, over whether we did a semi-formal table setting or did the old, rustic C...jun thing – pots on the stove, fill your plate, go sit at the table. He won. The pots stay on the stove. That’s the way HE grew up, and that’s the way I grew up, and the value of the meal was the quality of the food and the quality of the friendship.More and more, Mom sees WHY I fell so hard, so fast, for Josh. Dad? He’s got the son-in-law he. I shouldn’t have laughed too much, I got labeled “Nipsie” in a similar incident about two years later when someone ripped off my top in the school cafeteria. My name stuck more than hers did. Colleen despised the name so much she shaved her pussy and has kept it that way ever since, as far as I know. To be perfectly honest, I hate that term too. I’d much have a playful nickname like Nipsie.My sister got over it, getting married and raising two wonderful, handsome boys. When they moved across. I dialed 9-1-1 and told the operator where I was. “Don’t worry, stay where you are, someone will come for you," she said. I breathed a sigh of relief as I tried to keep my anxiety in check. It wasn’t working.Within minutes, someone opened the downstairs door. Oh shit, I thought to myself as I stood tightly against the corner. I heard footsteps as the person climbed up the stairs. Whoever it was had a flashlight. In a panicked move, I moved from the corner to hide under a nearby table, but I. "I didn't do it for you. That little witch of yours is quite a charmer."I nodded. "Yes. She is special." You have no idea," Maria replied. "You do know that she's looking for a new mommy don't you?"I groaned. "It's too early for me to consider that. Even if the marriage is dead, it's just too soon."Maria laughed. "Oh, I think you just say that for appearances. But I should thank you. I've always worried a bit about having children, because I was worried if I could relate to them. Your two kids.