"Older. Two years older. Always the dependable one. Always pointing out my failings and ready to give me a good wallop when my parents weren't looking. Beating some sense into me, he'd say." Her eyes focused on nothing as her mind took her back.

Ed's big hand enveloped her smaller one and she looked up into his compassionate eyes. "No one will be beating you on this visit," he said firmly.

Stephanie flashed a brilliant smile at Ed.

There was a sudden clatter of dishes and the older waitress rushed into the kitchen clutching the tub of dirty dishes.

Ed noticed a nervous look on Stephanie's face. "Do you want...