Irv walked quietly down the stairs just enough to see Edna and Jig sitting side by side on the couch. Edna's voice carried throughout the house, so Irv already knew the story she was telling. He knew it all already, but now he knew it was being told. Told to the one person who deserved to hear it. The subject of Kathy was practically forbidden in the house. It wasn't a stated rule, it was one that they all seemed to have lived by. Irv never agreed with it, so he was glad for this night. He was also glad it was Edna telling it to her. Irv would have been too scared to do it himself.

~

Kathy never really appreciated pickles until she got pregnant. Since, she and the fine pickle have had many splendid and delicious moments together. Her and Edna had just gone grocery shopping and food was kind of on Kathy's mind. She was hungry and her stomach hurt a little because of it. She gazed out the window at the dark Febuaray sky. Edna was driving and she and Kathy might have been able to hold a conversation but Edna was too focused on the huge amounts of snow falling from the sky and blocking her view of the road. Soundly without any warning to Kathy or Edna, Kathy yelled out in pain. Edna looked over in worry and saw a familiar look on Kathy's face. It was a labor look.

~

Dr. Brown walked into his office early Saturday. There was some paper work he needed to do that Edna couldn't do for him. He hoped that since he left so early, he'd be able to get home before either of the kids woke up. Of course he had left them a note on the refrigerator. That was the one place he was sure they would see it. Dr. Brown took a few steps around a corner into the middle of the waiting room when he stopped. Sitting on the floor was Jig. The spot didn't look completely random, either, she had to move a chair to get to it. Dr. Brown removed his coat and gloves and laid them over a chair. He took a few steps closer to her.

"Have you ever met the person who delivered you, Dr. Brown?" Jig asked him suddenly.

"Just the once…" Dr. Brown said in honesty. Actually he hoped she would find some humor in the statement, maybe it would lighten the excessively calm look she had. It didn't.

"Edna delivered me…" Jig said. Dr. Brown nodded not so much in understanding, but in the beginning of understanding.

"I didn't know Edna's been to LA," he said for the sake of saying something. Now Jig removed her eyes from where they had been placed on the floor, and moved them up to him.

"She hasn't. I was born here," Jig told him, obviously shocked out of emotion.

"In Everwood?" he asked her surprise. She let out one, small, breathy laugh.

"Yea, in Everwood. Here," she said placing the tip of her pointer finger to the floor. Dr. Brown's eyes widened in surprise. Then after a few moments of silence they fell into a sympathetic smile.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. Jig blinked and looked away from him.

"I, I, I don't know. I, I'm from Everwood…" she said.

"It's not a bad place to be from."

"I, I know, but. I, belong, here, in Everwood."

"It's not a bad place to belong in."

"But I'm from LA!" Jig yelled standing up. Dr. Brown walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You belong here in Everwood just like the rest of us, Jig. That's why you're here. Now come on, I'll take you to Ephram," he said ushering her out of the clinic.

Ephram and Jig scoured the wide field in search of one thing. They split up but made sure they were always in viewing range of the other. This was the last place either of them wanted to get lost in, even if it was during the day. Finally Jig found what they were looking for and she called Ephram over to her. When he got there he found her standing in front of a gravestone. Carved into the stone was her father's name. Ephram gave a worried glance at Jig, to make sure she was okay. Her face held a blank stare, like she was lost in thought. Her hands were held up to her chest, holding her father's dog tags. Jig actually coming from Everwood changed a lot of things. She was no longer the streetwise city girl the two of them had thought her to be, she was just like everyone else here. It was like magically her years spent growing up in Los Angeles meant nothing. It was like she had been a part of Everwood's community all of her life. Her father was even buried here. Well, his coffin was.

After a few moments in silence Ephram tugged on her coat sleeve.

"Come on, let's go, it's starting to snow," he told her. Slowly she turned to him, blinked whatever deep thoughts still lingered in her mind, and nodded. She placed the dog tags back under her shirt and together they walked out of the cemetery. As they walked along the street next to the cemetery gate, they found Dr. Abbott walking toward them. When they reached each other Dr. Abbott shifted nervously during his mandatory salutations. He was trying to draw their attentions away from the single rose he was holding in his hand. A rose for his father. Dr. Abbott then looked at the two of them, and then at the cemetery. His Mensa class mind proved itself and he made a very correct deduction. And he knew it. He cleared his throat because it was always a good thing to do before something kind and meaningful is said. He turned to Jig.

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet your father, Jig," he said but started up again before she could get a 'the same for me,' in, "your mother was a wonderful person, and she loved him very much. As she did you. She was very strong. I liked her very much, even though she did call me 'Harry.' I was very sad when I learned she died."

"Thank you, Harold," Jig told him, a slight smile lifting the corner of her mouth. He nodded to her and walked past them to the cemetery.

~

"Which one is she, Harry?" Kathy asked her cousin. Dr. Abbott was too happy as he pointed through the window to the baby girl to notice the forbidden 'Harry.' Kathy was holding in her arms a three month old baby girl and Dr. Abbott was holding his two year old son. The boy was less interested with the few dozen babies behind the glass, as he was with the one with in reach.

"Oh, she's so beautiful!" Kathy said pointing her baby to look through the glass. Her daughter wasn't interested in anything but the giant hippo painted on the wall over her mother's shoulder.

"She looks like Rose."

"What's her name?"

"Amy Nicole Abbott," Dr. Abbott told her, the name making him smile.

"Amy?"

"Rose's best friend growing up."

"Oh that's so nice. So what do you think of having a baby sister, Bright?" Kathy asked the boy. He turned his animated eyes from the baby to the mother.

"Toy!" he yelled smiling. Kathy and Dr. Abbott laughed.

"How's Rose doing?"

"Oh, she's tired. Amy took a lot out of her…" Dr. Abbott said and didn't understand why Kathy started laughing.

~

Ephram and Jig sat on the couch in his living room. Actually their backs were on the couch, their legs were on the coffee table in front of them. They were watching Ephram's DVD of Fushigi Yuugi. When one episode ended and the ending credits started to roll Jig turned to Ephram. She hit him in the chest slightly to get his attention. He turned to her and she smiled.

"Thanks for going with me to the cemetery," she told him. He smiled briefly.

"It's no problem. That's what friends are for. I still don't understand why you didn't ask Orrie, though," he said looking back at the TV. Jig bit her lower lip and turned back to the TV too.

"He doesn't know," she said. Ephram turned back to her.

"You haven't told him yet?" he asked her surprised.

"It hasn't come up…"

"Yea, sure. Jig, you can't not tell your boyfriend that you're an orphan. And you know I mean it like-"

"Yea I know, Ephram," she said. Ephram frowned.

"Look, he's Orrie. He should know. I mean, I'm only your friend and I know…"

"You're my best friend, you'll last longer," she told him. Ephram smiled.

"That's showing a big bout of confidence for you and Orrie, now isn't it?" he asked her. She laughed and elbowed him.

"We're fifteen! No one finds the person they were meant to be with at fifteen!"

"Seventeen."

"What?"

"Orrie's seventeen…" Ephram reminded her. Jig closed her eyes.

"Oh yea. I keep forgetting that. Older guy. Older guys are cuter…" Jig said. Ephram laughed.

"What are you talking about? I'm just as cute as he is…"

"No you're not. You're all skinny and, you're like a spider, Ephram," she said picking up his wrist and shaking it so his hand moved. He took his hand back.

"I'm human until I start climbing the walls…"

"Oh but if you could climb the walls you and Desi could do one of those cool upside down kisses like in Spider-Man. Desi even has red hair," Jig pointed out. Ephram laughed.

"How did we go from talking about you parents to Spider-Man?" Ephram asked her. Jig laughed.

"It's funny how that works."