After I had showered and shaved, I got dressed in a white linen shirt and khaki chinos and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee. The girls were nowhere to be seen, but I could see evidence that breakfast had been made - dirty cups, plates and bowls piled in the sink. Teenagers, I thought. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
I sat at the kitchen counter sipping coffee when a text came in. It was from Amy's big sister Teresa. I smiled. I hadn't spoken to Teresa for a while. She was 24 now, and had a decent job in the city, her own friends, but had sadly just broken up from a long term relationship. She had always been wiser than her years, a diligent student and a hard worker. We texted back and forward for a bit, fixing up when she would come and stay with us for the
