Before I could reply, we jumped at a knock on the door.

"Megan you awake honey?" It was Mom.

Shit! I looked at the clock; it was 7:30 on Friday morning. Mark was supposed to be up but seeing as I was out of school, I hadn't been surfacing until after nine. I had never taken my night shirt off, and Mark quickly sliding his sweatpants on got up and tossed on a t-shirt, but rather than try to make it to the bathroom went and sat in the chair at my bureau. Getting his drift I got up and went over to the door and let Mom in.

Mom...