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I feel those flutters again. We don’t knock; we just walk in. The shack we step into is nicer then the two men’s , but small all the same. It is two bedroom, and the furniture is nicer. It has a massive kitchen, and a gorgeous fire place.
    “My boys, my boys are here!” I hear a woman cry.
    I turn to see a small woman bounding out. I can see where Blade gets his dark looks. His mother has the same dark eyes and brown hair. She is small and pretty, with a warm face. His father, I assume, is following her. He is taller, with black hair like Jock’s. He has a bushy beard and kind eyes.
    “Hey mamma.” Blade grins.
    His mother has stopped her joy and is staring at me, with rosy cheeks and a sly smile.
    “Oh, look at her son. She is an angel !” She breathes.
    I blush furiously, and Blade squeezes my hand.
    “Mamma this is Emerson.”
    Blade’s mother takes my hand and squeezes it tightly.
    “Oh Emerson, you are like an angel sent from above. Look at you, you are so beautiful! Your eyes…Bill look at her eyes, true beauty.”
    “Thank you. It’s wonderful to meet you…?”
    “Nessie.”
    “Nessie.” I smile.
    “Oh son, wow.”
    “Thanks mamma but she is just a friend.” He murmurs, glancing at me.
    Much to my surprise I feel a pang of disappointment.
    “Oh she shouldn’t be.”
    She turns her attention to Jock and holds him tight. There is so much love in the room; it makes it hard for me to believe these boys are evil.
    “My boys, what have you been doing? You haven’t visited your mamma for a while.”
    “Sorry mamma, we have just been working to get some money for you.”
    “Oh son, let’s not talk about that.” She says quickly.
    I wonder what they are talking about? It is something momentous; I can tell by the way their eyes flicker about towards each other. Like they are sending a silent message.
    “Hi love, I am Bill. The person responsible for these two.” Smiles the tall man as he puts his hand out to me, I shake it.
    “It’s nice to meet you, I promise they have been nice to me.”
    He laughs, and the two boys shoot me a grateful look.
    “They better be.”
    “Blayden, do you mind if I take your lovely friend?” Nessie pipes up.
    “Blayden?” I snort, holding back a giggle.
    “Oh let me guess, he told you his name is Blade. Well actually it’s Blayden – meaning Joyful, and my other son, who you probably know as Jock is actually Jethrow.”
    “Blayden.” I repeat with a giggle.
    “Shut up!” He laughs.
    I am still giggling when his mum drags me into the kitchen. I genuinely like her, she has a certain warmth that makes one feel right at home.
    “So do you like lamb?”
    “Yes mam.”
    “Oh call me Nessie.”
    “Okay, Nessie.”
    “You’re so beautiful, I haven’t seen my boys face so happy in a long time.” She sighs a little.
    “Really?”
    “Yes, it’s unbelievable.”
    “I am glad, but we really are just friends.”
    Nessie pats my hand with a knowing stare; she doesn’t believe that for a minute.
    “You wouldn’t mind helping me out would you love? Could you take this food to the table?”
    “ Sure.” I smile, taking the dishes and walking them to the table. I notice Blade smile at me when I walk out. There goes that heart flutter again.
    When the table is set, we all sit down to a beautiful roast lamb. I smile at the family around me; they radiate love. Is this how a real family is meant to interact? Is this how it is meant to feel?
    “So Emerson, I bet your mum cooks well.” Nessie asks between mouthfuls.
    “My mum doesn’t cook.” I frown.
    “Oh. Well I am sure she is missing you while you are on holidays with my boys?”
    “I don’t speak to my parents.”
    “Oh. Sorry I didn’t realize.”
    “Sorry, it’s not your fault, but they are as good as dead to me.” I whisper, my hand trembles a little.
    “I am sorry you don’t get along.” Nessie smiles gently.
    “Well, I thought they were something they weren’t. We have never done