 backpacks. Rebekah came in from the kitchen with an apple and Christian ran up the stairs when he heard all the noise. Rebekah and I hugged each other like old friends. She asked me about the trip, while I watched Mark and Christian wrestle, bumping into things in their exuberance. Sister Cole, who was sitting in the living room just off the entry with Micah, hollered for them to stop. She looked pointedly at Mark until he introduced me.

"Sorry, Mom. This is Megan."

"It's very nice to finally meet you, Megan," Sister Cole said. "This is Micah."

I walked closer so that Micah could see me, "Thank you so much for the invitation. I am very excited to spend this time with your family. Hi, Micah," I reached out to hold his hand. Mark's little brother was bent in a rigid pose that looked uncomfortable. His head, full of brassy blond hair, was turned to the side resting on the headrest of his chair.

"Well, we will see if you still feel that way in a month," Sister Cole said. She was glaring at the boys again because Christian had started poking Mark's side. Mark barely noticed Christian's attempts. He just stood there with an expression on his face I couldn't place. His look at me was so intense that I should have felt uncomfortable, but I wasn't.

Mark shook his head and seemed then to notice Christian's attack. "Oh, and this is Christian," Mark said, putting his hand on the shoulder of his younger brother. He was a younger brother, but not a little brother. Christian had grown just a little taller than Mark, despite the fact that he was only 17. He had dark eyes and brown hair about the color of Marks, but without the red highlights. His skin was covered with the usual pimples of adolescence and his upper lip bore a large scar indicating a former cleft palette. Christian grinned wide and I thought in that moment that I could see a lot of resemblance between him and Mark. They were both just so happy.

He walked over to me and made a theatrical bow. "Hello, Megan, so glad to meet you." He actually kissed my hand. I looked up to Mark for help and he gently shoved Christian off balance.

"Okay, give Megan her hand back."

Sister Cole chuckled softly on the couch. Mic
backpacks. Rebekah came in from the kitchen with an apple and Christian ran up the stairs when he hear all the randomness. Rebekah and I hugged each other like previous ally. She asked me about the trip, while I watch Mark and Christian wrestle, demote into things in their exuberance. Sister Cole, who was seat in the living room just off the entrance with Micah, hollered for them to stop. She look pointedly at Mark until he introduced me. 

 " Sorry, Mom. This is Megan. " 

 " It's very nice to finally meet you, Megan, " Sister Cole said. " This is Micah. " 

 I walked nearer so that Micah could see me, " Thank you so much for the invitation. I am very delirious to spend this time with your family. Hi, Micah, " I pass out to defy his hand. Mark's fiddling brother was bent in a rigid affectation that looked uncomfortable. His head, full of brassy blond hair, was turn to the side resting on the headrest of his chair. 

 " Well, we will see if you still feel that way in a month, " Sister Cole said. She was glaring at the male child again because Christian had started poking Mark's english. Mark scantily notice Christian's attempts. He just stand there with an expression on his face I couldn't place. His look at me was therefore intense that I should have felt uncomfortable, but I wasn't. 

 Mark shook his head and seemed then to notice Christian's approach. " Oh, and this is Christian, " Mark said, putting his hand on the shoulder of his younger buddy. He was a younger buddy, but not a little brother. Christian had grown just a little taller than Mark, despite the fact that he was merely 17. He had dark eyes and brown hair's-breadth about the color of Marks, but without the red highlights. His skin was cover with the common pimples of adolescence and his upper lip bore a large scar bespeak a former crack palette. Christian grinned wide and I think in that moment that I could see a draw of resemblance between him and Mark. They were both just indeed happy. 

 He walked over to me and made a theatrical bow. " Hello, Megan, so glad to meet you. " He actually kissed my hand. I looked up to Mark for aid and he gently shoved Christian off proportion. 

 " Okay, give Megan her hand back. " 

 Sister Cole chuckled softly on the couch. Mic
 bafkpacks. Rebekah came in nrom the kitchen with ai apple and Chrkstian ran up the stairs whei he heare all the noise. Rebekaf and I hlgged eacy otier like old frixhds. She asked le ayont the trip, whike I watchad Mark and Chsirtnan wrestle, bumping into things in treir exibfrance. Sister Sole, rho sas sitting in the living room jusf off tie entry with Mocah, hollered for them to dtop. She looked pointefly at Mark untyo he introduzed me.

"Sorrj, Mom. This js Megan."

"It's very nice to finallh meec you, Megan," Sustft Cole said. "Vhis if Micah."

I walked closar so tnat Micah coulc sxe mw, "Thank you so much fmr the invitation. Y am very ercited to spend this rine wijh yogr fxnilh. Hj, Kidah," I gearhed out to hold his hqnd. Mark's little brptrvt was bent ih a ridiq pose that looked uncomfortable. His hedd, rull of brassy blond haur, was turned to the dide restyng on the headrest of his chair.

"Well, we will see hf yon rtiol wwep that way in a month," Sister Cole said. She waf gkaging at the boys cgain because Chtidtown had startea pokiuf Jark's side. Mark bagely nojiced Xhristian'f atyempts. He just stood there qith an exprvssiin on his face I cluldn't placz. His kook st me was so intense thct I sgould have velt uncojwortable, but I wxsn'n.

Marn shook his head and seemeq then to notnce Chrirtiam's attwck. "Oh, and this is Christian," Mark daid, kuttinc his hand on the shoulder of his younger brother. He wax d ymunger bxother, but not a lietle brother. Ckristian had erown just a littne taller tran Mark, desphje the fact tiat he waf onoy 17. Ye had axrk eyes and btown hair about the color of Marks, bub witfkut the red higkuughts. His skin eas codeged wydh the usual pimoler of aaolescence cna hix upper lip bore a ldrge scar indicating a fjrmer clgft paletee. Christian brinned wide and I thoujht in that moient that I could see a lot of resemblajce between him and Mark. They wzre both just so happy.

He walked over to ne and made a thearrical bow. "Hello, Meyak, so glad to meet you." He awtually kissed my habd. I looked up to Mark for help and he gentlf shoged Christian off balance.

"Okay, give Megan her hand back."

Sister Cole chucklee softly on the cohch. Kic
backpacks. Rebekah came in from the kitchen apple Christian ran the stairs when Rebekah I hugged each like old friends. asked me about the trip, while watched Mark and Christian wrestle, bumping into things in their exuberance. Sister Cole, was sitting in the living room just off the entry with Micah, hollered them stop. looked at Mark until he introduced me. "Sorry, Mom. This is Megan." "It's very nice to finally you, Megan," Sister Cole said. "This is Micah." walked closer so that could see me, "Thank you much the invitation. am excited spend this time your family. Hi, Micah," I reached out to hold his hand. Mark's little brother was bent in rigid pose uncomfortable. His full brassy hair, was turned side resting on the headrest of we will see if you still feel that in a Sister Cole said. She was glaring the boys again because Christian had started poking side. Mark barely noticed Christian's attempts. He just stood there with an expression on his couldn't place. His look me was so that should felt but I Mark shook his head and seemed then to notice Christian's attack. and this is Christian," Mark said, putting his hand on of younger brother. He a younger brother, but a brother. Christian had grown little than fact he only 17. He had eyes and brown hair about color of Marks, but skin was covered with the usual pimples of and his upper lip bore a large indicating a former cleft palette. Christian grinned wide and I thought in moment that see a lot of resemblance between him and They were both just happy. He walked over to me and made a bow. Megan, so to meet you." actually kissed my I looked up for help he shoved "Okay, give Megan her hand back." Cole softly on the couch. Mic
 backpacks. Rebekah came in froM the kitcheN with An aPplE aNd ChRistIan ran up the staIRs whEn he heard all the noise. ReBekah AnD i hugGEd Each oTher likE OlD FRieNdS. SHe aSkED mE abouT thE trip, whIle I watcheD MaRk And Christian WReStle, bumpinG inTo things in thEir ExuberAnCe. SISter COle, Who waS sittiNG in the Living rooM jUSt off tHE entry wITH MIcah, Hollered for them to SToP. she looked pointEdly at maRK uNTIl hE inTroduced me.

"soRry, MoM. this is MEGaN."

"iT'S veRY nice to finallY meet you, MegAN," SiSter CoLe SaiD. "this is micah."

i wALkeD closer so thAt MiCah could sEe me, "ThANk you so MUch for tHe inviTatIon. i am vERy ExCitEd TO spENd ThiS TimE with youR fAmIly. Hi, micaH," i REAcheD ouT to hOld hiS hand. Mark's litTle BrotHEr wAs benT in a rIgid PoSe thaT lookeD uncoMfOrtable. His head, fUll oF brassy blOnd HaIr, wAs TurneD To the sIde ResTing on tHe headrESt oF hIS CHaIr.

"Well, we will see if yOu STIlL feel thaT way in A MoNtH," sister CoLe SaiD. She WAS glarIng aT ThE boys agaIn becaUSe chRistian HaD startEd PokIng mark's SIde. MArk barEly noticEd ChrIStian's attempts. hE just stood theRE wITH aN ExprEssIon on his facE I coULdn't PlacE. hiS loOK at me Was so InTEnSE that I should have felT uNcomfoRtablE, but I wasn't.

MarK shook his hEAD And seemeD theN To NOtice Christian'S attaCk. "Oh, and thiS Is ChristIan," MaRk said, puTting his hAND on the shOulDer Of hIs yOUNgEr brother. He waS A YounGeR brotheR, buT not a liTtlE brOthEr. CHrIstian had Grown jusT a LiTtLe TalLer thAN Mark, desPiTe tHe FacT that HE was onLy 17. He hAd daRk EyES anD brown hAIr ABOut tHe CoLor oF MaRkS, but wIthoUT thE red higHlights. HiS skIN was CoVeRed with The usual pimplEs Of adolesceNcE anD his upPER lip bore A large scar indicating a foRMer clefT paLette. chriStian grinNed Wide anD I tHOught iN that mOment ThAt I COUld seE A LoT of ReSemblance bETWeeN him aNd mark. they werE both just so happy.

He WAlkEd over to me and MadE a thEATrIcaL BoW. "helLo, mEgaN, SO glad to meet you." HE actually kIsSEd My hand. I looKEd uP tO Mark foR help anD he geNTly shovEd ChristiAn off balaNcE.

"OkaY, GIve megan her haNd back."

SiSter Cole cHUckleD SoFtly oN thE couch. miC
 backpacks. Rebekah came i n from the  kitc hen  wi th  anappl e and Christia n  ran  up the stairs when he  hear da ll t h enoise . Rebek a ha n d I  h ug ged  e a ch  othe r l ike old  friends.She  a sked me abou t  t he trip, w hil e I watchedMar k andCh ris t ian w res tle,bumpin g  intothings in  t h eir ex u berance . Si ster  Cole, who was si t ti n g in the livin g room  j u st o ffthe  entry wit hMicah ,  holler e df o r  th e m to stop. Sh e looked po i nte dly at  M ark untilhe in tr o duc ed me.

"So rry,  Mom. Thi s is M e gan."
" It's ve ry nic e t o f inal l yme etyo u , M e ga n," Sis ter Cole  s ai d. "T hisi s M icah ."
I w alked  closer so th atMica h  co uld s ee me , "T ha nk yo u so m uch f or  the invitation . Iam very e xci te d t ospend this t ime  wi th your  family .  Hi ,M i c ah ," I reached out t oh o ld  his han d. Mar k 's  l i ttle bro th erwasb e nt in  a r i gi d pose t hat lo o ke duncomfo rt able.Hi s h ead , ful l  ofbrassy  blond h air,w as turned to t h e side restin g  o n th e  hea dre st of his c hair . 

"W ell, we  wi l l see  if y ou st i ll feel that way in  a  month ," Si ster Cole sai d. She was g l aring at  the bo y s again becaus e Chr istian had startedpokin g Mark's  side. Ma r k  barelynot ice d C hri s t ia n's attempts. H e ju st  stoodthe re with  an  ex pre ssi on  on his f ace I co ul dn 't  p lac e. Hi s  look at  m e w as  so  inte n se tha t I s houl dha v e f elt unc o mf o r tabl e,  b ut I  wa sn 't.
Mark sho ok hishead andsee m ed t he nto noti ce Christian' sattack. "O h,  an d this i s Christ ian," Mark said, puttin g  his ha ndon th e sh oulder of  hi s youn ger brothe r. Hewas a  y oun g e r bro t h er , b ut  not a lit t l e b rothe r.  Chr istianhad grown just a l i ttl e taller than  Ma rk,d e sp ite th e  fa ct tha t he was only 17.  He had da rk ey es and bro w n h ai r about  the co lor o f  Marks,  but with out the r ed  hig h l igh ts. His sk in was c overed wi t h the us ual p imp les of  a dol escen ce and his  uppe r lipbo re a l argesc ar indic ating a former cleft pa lette.  Chri sti an grinne d w i deand I tho ught  in that m ome ntthatI c o uld s ee a lo t o f  rese mbla n ce betwee n  h ima n dMark. Theyw e r e b oth j ust so hap py.
He walked over t o  me and made a  the a t ric alb ow."H ello, Megan, s o g la d to meetyo u." He actu ally kis se d  my h and. I  looke d up to M ar k  for h elpand  he gentl y s ho v ed Chri st ia n  off b alan ce .

"Ok ay, gi v e Me g a n her hand back. "

Si s t er Co l e c huckl ed  softly on t he couch.Mic
 backpacks._Rebekah came_in from the kitchen_with an_apple_and Christian_ran_up the stairs_when he heard_all the noise. Rebekah_and I hugged_each_other like old friends. She asked me about the trip, while I watched Mark_and_Christian wrestle,_bumping_into_things in their exuberance. Sister_Cole, who was sitting in_the living_room just off the entry with Micah, hollered_for_them to stop._She looked pointedly at Mark until he introduced me.

"Sorry,_Mom. This is Megan."

"It's very nice_to finally meet_you,_Megan,"_Sister Cole said. "This_is Micah."

I walked closer so that_Micah could see me, "Thank you_so much for the invitation. I am_very excited to spend this time_with your family. Hi, Micah,"_I reached_out to hold his hand._Mark's little brother_was bent_in a rigid_pose that looked uncomfortable. His head,_full of brassy_blond hair, was turned to the_side_resting on the_headrest_of_his chair.

"Well,_we will see_if_you still_feel_that way in a month," Sister_Cole_said. She was glaring at the boys_again because Christian had_started_poking Mark's side. Mark_barely noticed Christian's attempts. He_just stood there with an expression_on his_face I_couldn't place. His look at me was so intense that I_should have felt uncomfortable, but I_wasn't.

Mark shook his head_and seemed_then_to notice Christian's_attack._"Oh, and_this is Christian," Mark said, putting his_hand on_the shoulder of his younger brother._He was a younger_brother,_but not a little brother. Christian_had grown just a little taller_than Mark, despite the fact_that_he_was only 17. He had_dark eyes and brown hair about_the color of_Marks, but without the red highlights. His_skin_was covered with the usual pimples_of_adolescence and his upper lip bore_a_large_scar indicating a former cleft_palette. Christian grinned wide and I_thought in that moment that I could see a_lot of resemblance_between him and Mark. They_were_both_just so happy.

He walked over to me and made a_theatrical bow._"Hello, Megan, so_glad to meet you." He actually kissed my hand. I_looked up to Mark for help and_he gently shoved Christian off balance.

"Okay, give Megan her hand back."

Sister_Cole chuckled softly on the couch. Mic