"Coffee it is then." I replied.Martin and Tina took their bags upstairs while I headed for the kitchen to make the coffee. As I waited for the coffee ...to percolate I wondered what the kids and I could do for the next two weeks that they would be visiting me; I had the same problem every year, what to do. Mind you I had always enjoyed the annual two-week visit of my big sister's kids, especially after my own marriage had broken up; they had cheered me up no end. Martin had now turned nineteen,. You and me and Brandon and Meredith and everyone. That's why we're such good friends. That's why we love each other."She turned to look at him. "You? You're not an outsider." Maybe not anymore," he said. "But that isn't because I met people who just magically let me in. I learned. I learned how to be ... How to get along with people. How to, you know, present myself. So that people didn't want to kick me out. And I learned how to be comfortable and not kick myself out." Really?" she said. "How. Two cans of paint, two trays, several brushes, rollers and a ladder were sitting in the middle of the floor.My heart sunk. There were a million chores I would have chosen over painting. I hate painting. I turned around and started to walk away, but he took hold of me and swatted me once on the behind. I half-expected it and turned back to him with a mixture of resignation and gratitude that he was going to help me do something that I needed to do.The house we were living in at the time had been. She swung the door open and presented a lush bright smile. "Yessss?" She said with a lisp."Flowers for pansy." The delivery boy read off his note.Pansy gasped with complete exaggeration and brought her finger tips to her lips. "For meeeee?"The delivery boy looked her up and down with a perplexed expression. "Are you . . ." He looked down at his note again. "Pansy?" I am, I am, I am!" Pansy replied while clapping her hands together and jumping up and down.The delivery boy handed her the enormous.