It turned out to be a nice day after all. I took Jean out to lunch at the O.K cafe where Sara worked as a waitress. I wonder if Jean remembered when Mrs. Dubose said that Sara's job would be her fate. I never did ask her that because I figured she wasn't worth mentioning. I always hope that her camelias are rotting in hell with her.

"Hey, sweets," Sara said as she stopped by our table.

"Hey," I say as I reach up and give her lips a kiss. She giggles as she watches Jean scrunch up her face.

"You and Hank are just as bad if not worse," I remind her.

"Whatever," Jean says. "How are you, Sara?"

"Fine and yourself?"

"Good."

"I can take your order now if you'd like."

"I'll have black coffee and a bear claw."

"Is that all?" I ask. "That's a bird's lunch."

"You sound like Aunty."

"I apologize," I tell her as Sara begins to giggle again. "I'll have a BLT with cheese, fries and a Coke."

"If your doctor knew..." Sara began.

"Sara, just this once."

"Okay, don't let me stop you," she said, giving my cheek a pinch with a smile.

"That's my girl," I say, giving her hand a kiss.

"Thank you," Jean told Sara.

"You're welcome," Sara said as she walked away from our table to place our orders. Jean then looked at me with concern and I just sighed because if I know my sister a question is sure to follow.

"Are you on a special diet or something?"

"He just told me to cut back on fatty foods and to stop smoking."

"When was the last time you had a cigarette?"

"The morning of."

"I'm proud of you."

"Have you been trying to quit because I haven't seen you smoke."

"I don't when you're around. I'll do it any other time."

"You know how to make a brother feel special."

"Thank you."

"Your food, my dears," Sara said as she appeared with a tray load full just for us. She hands Jean's food with a smile and a frown when it's my turn. "You better have bread and salad for dinner after this."

"You better be quiet or I won't marry you."

"Like hell," she says, turning on her heels. She was my girl all right. I was so happy about my food that I don't think I talked for the rest of the meal. That's not true; I told Jean to cut it out when she stole a few french fries from my plate. When did we become adults again. I paid the check again and when I did, I made sure I gave Sara a good smooch.

"I better get a good tip, Mister."

"That was your tip."

"You're awful," she said as she took the money with a smile.

"Are you two going to the Landing tonight?" Jean asked as soon as we were out of there.

"We weren't planning on it, why?"

"Me and Hank were gonna go tonight."

"I haven't seen you two together since before that meeting."

"He snuck in my room that night, drunk as a skunk. He told me he was sorry and he began to kiss my sweet spots..."

"Okay, okay," I say, plugging my ears. "I don't need to know that, Jean."

"Forgot who I was talking to for a minute, sorry."

"So you two are still good?"

"For now."

"The only thing that goes on and off more than you two is a light switch," I joke as we both get in the car. Jean could only seem to nod in agreement.

We headed back to the house to spend a rather lazy Monday afternoon. By the time I got home, my chest was feeling back to normal but my belly was full. I went upstairs to sleep the afternoon away while Jean just went and amused herself the best way she knew how. Hell if I knew what she did for enjoyment these days. I didn't even wake up until dinnertime and by then Hank had already picked up Jean. Aunty made roast beef and mashed potatoes for dinner and I ignored Sara's earlier advice and scarfed down my fair share. After dinner, I used some time to catch up on work that I could do from home. Like Atticus, I am no good at this whole vacation thing; him and I love our jobs too much.

"It's getting late," Atticus said, looking at his wristwatch.

"It's only nine," I said as I continued with more paperwork.

"It's only your third day of vacation," he retorted.

"I know. Sad, isn't it?"

That was when a pair of healights shown through the windows. It was Hank and Jean coming home and I noticed that they were both smiling like a couple of idiots. I prepare myself for the worst: they got engaged. Atticus just sits there and smiles back at them.

"You seem very happy tonight, sweet," he says.

"I got a present for you, Atticus," she says as she points to Hank.

"Hank is my present?" Atticus seems to confused to get it and he just sits there as he watches me drop my papers.

"We're getting married, Atticus," she says as she shows him the ring Hank had gotten for her.

"Congratulations, baby," he says as he pulls her close to him and kisses her. I hope I don't have a face that matches the emotion of sheer panic I'm experiencing...

A/N: I know what I'm doing. Please don't hate me or give up on me now.