Now we were no longer worried about rent and grocery money, the question started to emerge about what to do with all of this money that was coming in ...now faster than we could spend it. I bought the house we had been renting for all of these years and dropped a chunk into getting her all fixed up like a proper Victorian painted lady. The small cellar was enlarged to become my main office and programming area for all of my computers. I now had about six and was adding new ones as fast as Compaq. ’ He explained as he walked down the stairs with me. ‘Huh . . . so what is your heritage?’ I asked, my curiosity overwhelming. I always wondered, since his skin was a tan color at the beginning of Spring. I wasn’t even thinking about Sylar anymore, I was to interested in Sly at the moment. He merely chuckled again while we reached the ground floor. ‘Italian. But my real mother was Latina.’ He brushed his hair with his fingers with a sweep of his hand, and I saw the roots to his hair were. " I follow her. She's a little small and wears little makeup, as seems to be the case with most germans, but she's cute. The dark dress looks good on her, and her hair is decently cut and braided. And she's got that submissive air that people in helping, service-oriented jobs (nurses, stewardesses, maids, etc.) often do.She's leading me to the side, where a closed door with the label "personal" is, fishes a key out of her pocket, and unlocks it. She's smiling insecurely and puts a finger to her. " You'll make them for us anyway, Grandma."Aunt Etta came inside the house, hugged me to her, and said to me, "Oh, Chuck, you are so much of your mother and father that we should be mated. I wish I was younger so that I could give you another baby."I looked at the woman and gently kissed her. "I know, this is a lot for both of us, but it's a lot for Marion and Virginia. We'll let nature take its course."Aunt Etta said, "You need to call me Etta, though. I don't need the extra moniker. Call me.