A huge smile lit his face as he saw his baby sis standing there with the door open. Hearing car doors slam, he knew that all the presents and bags tha... he stuffed in there was being unloaded by his brothers so he bounded quickly up the steps to embrace Caitlyn. Caitlyn hugged her youngest brother fiercely. They were the closest of all the kids and he was always the first one she ran to when she needed something. When his wife passed away last year, Caitlyn was there helping with the funeral. Big plans were in progress, dinner parties, friends and family reunited, and good times to be had. After all those years, we were still very happy and in-love.Although, being in love doesn't always mean that everything is perfect. It only means you are able to forgive the imperfections more easily. Being married for ten years meant that we did know just about all there was to know about one another, though we were foolish to believe that neither of us had secrets kept hidden, no skeletons in. "She turned to face him, bringing her knees together, resting back on her heels. She looked up and smiled that loving smile. "I don't have any, Stan." Wait here." Yes, Stan."He went back to his room and searched for some clean clothes. No woman other than his sister had ever been in his apartment, so there was no chance of any left overs for the girl to wear. Instead, sorting through his small supply of actually clean clothes, he came up with a pair of boxer shorts, sweat pants, a 'beater' T,. "Let's drop the subject. Hope you had a nice time, all quiet around here, I guess?"She nodded limply. The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence. A half-hour later he was out the door, a golf bag slung over his shoulder. "Be back by four or five o'clock," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "If anything comes up, I'll call you."At five-thirty he did call, saying he'd be out until late that evening as he had run into some clients from New York who wanted to talk over investment shares.