I was almost speechless. She looked so much like Mrs. Horton, the first lady I had obsessed over that I could hardly talk. I finally got control of my...elf and stood to welcome her.I smiled and said, "Mrs. Sloan I'm glad to meet you. I'm Don Patterson. Mrs. Simpson said you wanted a deck built? Is that correct?" Oh, excuse me," I said. "Please have a seat while we discuss your needs. I'm not usually like this but you remind me so much of a lady I knew when I was younger. It's almost like she. ‘Mom, she was tired and then we were watching TV and then she drifted off on my shoulders…’ ‘And why were YOU holding her?’ I went silent. Mom wasn’t stupid. She saw how close we were cuddled at the couch. I sighed at the thought. ‘Look honey,’ She took my hands in hers and continued with a soft voice, ‘Gwen… she is different from other girls you generally date. She is far more sensitive towards these things. Call it a weakness of her mind. You should have noticed that she feels emotions so. I wasn't holding my breath about that, however. He seemed pretty sincere, but they had sent armed gunmen after us, so 'sincerity' didn't really count for much.I checked in with Alex to find out if there was any news about Margret, as well. Nothing great on that front either. She was the same, and Alex said again that she was extremely skeptical that Margret would ever recover. The one bright point was that Tina was settling in nicely.I knew she was concerned about Margret, but I hadn't thought. We are the ones who said we wanted to spice it up more.I watched my sisters as their faces went from outrage to acceptance. The same thoughts must have gone through their minds as had went through my mind."I guess your right," Pam said, breaking the silence."You are like a brother," grinned Maggie slowly turning to a look of bewilderment. Like a brother, have sex with your brother that is sick. Well to have sex with your sister, that is ... well ... I guess it is Ok to have sex with your.