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Meghan and Megan are the same person
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She woke up to quiet, and it took her a moment to realize why that was so strange to her.
In her apartment she could hear the couple upstairs fighting, but she wasn't in her apartment.
She opened her eyes and seen baseball everywhere. She then remembered that she was in her dads'
old room. She rolled over and picked up her cell phone from the night stand. She flipped it open
and the time was seven-thirty. She pulled the blankets off her and quietly listened for any
sound coming from the rest of the house. She heard nothing. She opened the door and quietly
walked down the stairs. She looked in the living room, her dad was still asleep on the couch. She
silently walked into the kitchen. She started opening doors, looking for the ingredients for
waffles. She opened the fridge and pulled out what she needed, as she found flour and the rest
of the ingredients. She found a waffle machine and set it on the stove. She plugged it in to
heat up as she mixed everything. She was just pouring batter into the machine when her
grandfather came into the kitchen. He stopped short and stared at her for a moment. "Oh.
Morning." Danni told him.
"Morning to you too. Waffles?" He asked, peering over at the batter.
Danni looked over. "Hope you don't mind." She told him.
He held up his hands. "Not at all, it's a real treat not to have to make breakfast." He reassured her.
"Thanks. In that case, you can go sit in the living room and read the paper." She told him, shooing him into the other room. He laughed quietly, but went without protest.
NUMB3RS
Don rolled over and when he came face to face with the floor, he realized where he was and why. He sat up startled a moment, someone was softly chuckling. He looked over at the dining room table to see his dad sitting on a chair peering over the newspaper at him. "Morning." His dad tells him, before going back to the paper. Don sits on the couch, he smells pancakes. He looked at the dining room. His father was still there. 'So who was cooking?' He thought, as he stood up and stretched. He walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Hey Chuck. You sure it's safe for you to be cooking?" He asked. He looked up and was surprised.
"That is a new one." Danni told him, stacking the waffles on to a plate. "Never been called Chuck before." She teased, handing him a cup full of coffee.
"Thanks." He mumbles as he finds the milk and sugar.
"Not a morning person are you." Danni stated, taking the waffles into the dining room. She appeared again and took out plates and utensils.
Don was about to tell her she was too cheerful for eight in the morning, but it was Charlie who came into the kitchen this time. "Morning Chuck." Charlie went straight to the coffee pot. Don laughed and walked into the other room. Taking a seat, they all helped themselves.
"Taste great." Alan told Danni, the other two nodded in agreement.
"Thanks." Danni told them, finishing her glass of milk. She stood up and took her dishes to the kitchen. She was surprised that Alan followed her.
"You cooked, I'll clean." He told her.
"Oh. I don't mind." Danni told him.
"I'll hear no protest. I'll do up the dishes." He told her.
She grinned. "Thanks." She told him, walking over and kissing him lightly on the cheek,
before returning to the living room. She sat down across from Don. "So what is going on exactly"
She asked him.
"Do you think you can stay out of trouble, if I let you stay here?" Don asked. He wasn't sure if he was making the right decision. He hoped he was.
Danni looked around, grinning. "I guess I could try." She told him.
Don laughed, shaking his head. "Just don't give my dad a hard time." He told her, standing up. "I'll check on you at lunch. You need anything, you got my number."
Danni nodded. "Have fun." She told him, disappearing up the stairs to change. She came down a few minutes later dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. Her uncle and dad had left. Her grandfather was sitting in the living room watching an old baseball game. She stops at one of the walls filled with pictures. Some were family pictures over the years, and others were of her dad and uncle. She grinned at a few of them, she stopped at a picture of a young womans face, her eyes on the camera. Her smile was kind and warm. "Is this my grandmother?" She asked, glancing over at her grandfather.
He looked over at her and then stood up, coming to stand beside her. "Yup, that is her."
"She's beautiful." Danni remarked.
"Yes she was." He said thoughtfully.
"How did she die?" Danni asked softly.
"Cancer." He told her. "It was quite hard on your father and uncle, they both dealt with it differently."
Danni nodded. "Must have been hard on you too." She told him.
"I wish you could have met Margaret." Her grandfather told her. "She understood how your Uncle Charlies' brain work better then anyone who wasn't like him. Most of the time she didn't understand what the math was saying, but she understood why he does what he does."
"There is always numbers." Danni stated quietly.
She was surprised her grandfather laughed. "Yes that is what Charlie always said. Along with numbers are everywhere."
"Well it's true." Danni told him. "You use it with telling time, handling mone-" She was cut off when her grandfather put his hand over her mouth.
"We get enough of that from Charlie. Please tell me we won't be hearing it from you too."
Danni laughed. "It's quite easy for me to put the numbers aside." She told him.
"Then you should teach Charlie how you do it." Alan told her laughing. "If he has numbers in his head, he's got to get them out. One track mind I guess."
"Know the feeling sometimes." She told him, sitting down on the couch, watching the last inning of the game with him.
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