Joan drove up to the house and when she walked in Luke and Charity were sitting at the kitchen table, Kevin was watching TV in the living room, and Helen was reading a book.

Helen looked up and saw Joan. "Hi," she replied.

"Hey," Joan said.

"How was school?"

"Fine."

Joan threw her backpack on the steps and cut in between her older brother and the television set. He didn't blink. She stepped back and stood in his way. He put his hand on her arm and pushed her off to the side. Joan shook her head. "You've turned into a zombie," she said.

Joan looked at the TV. A soap opera was on. "A soap zombie," she finished.

"Sh, Laurel's going to find out that the father of her baby isn't her husband, Terry, but instead Terry's identical twin brother, Kurt's," he said.

Joan traded a smile with her mother over her brother's head and turned and walked into the kitchen, trying not to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Luke asked.

"Kevin's addicted to soap operas now."

"NO! KIM DON'T GO IN THERE!" Kevin yelled at the television.

Charity smiled and turned back to her algebra book. "Is it always like this?" she asked Luke.

"Weird brother. Weirder sister. Yep," Luke said.

"YOU IDIOT!" Kevin exclaimed yelling at the television again.

Joan, Luke, and Charity burst out laughing. Helen walked in with her hand over her mouth. "I need to find the breaker," she said.

"I heard that," Kevin replied, wheeling himself in. "Commercial break."

He wheeled over to the refrigerator and took out a soda. He looked at Charity. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Charity Andrews," she replied.

"I'm Kevin," he said.

"Soap Boy."

He blushed and smirked. "I better get back to my soap," he said. "It's getting good."

He wheeled past his mother and sister and back in front of the TV. He was back in there a second later. "I should've known," he said. "It's going off."

"Oh, poor Kevin," Helen replied.

Kevin smiled. Charity turned away. She wished that she had a family like the Girardi's instead of the family she had.

Will Girardi walked in at that moment and looked at Charity.

"Will, this is Charity Andrews," Helen said. She was starting supper. "Charity, are you going to stay for supper?"

"I-I don't know," she said. "Do you want me to?"

"Sure, the more the merrier. Just go call your mom."

"Um, we don't have a phone," she replied. Joan studied Charity's face. It was a lie. She could tell.

"Oh."

"But I'm sure she'd let me," she said.

"Ok," Helen replied. "Do you like anything special?"

"I'll eat anything."

Helen nodded and continued with her cooking.