Later on that night, everyone was huddling around Sarah in one of the living rooms, as she told Stories of her moments at the foster home she lived in, was truly something they would never get tired of.

Wilt was leaning against the frame of the entranceway, with his good hand on his hip as he watched her. Just seeing her happy made him feel better.

Then Frankie came in all covered in flour shouting, "Alright guys! Milk and Cookies are ready."

Everyone raced out of the living room and into the kitchen to get his or her share of the cookies and milk as Frankie stood beside Wilt away from the entrance so that she wouldn't get trampled on.

As soon as everyone was out of the room, Frankie went back to the kitchen to try to calm everyone down so that there wouldn't be such a mess. Wilt watched Frankie head to the kitchen then looked into the living room to see Sarah fixing up the couch and carpets to look like no one has ever set foot in it.

Wilt smiled and walked into the room saying, "Those were some awesome stories Sarah"

"Thank you Wilt," Sarah commented with a smile, "The kids I used to take care of loved my stories. So I have at least a few years of practice."

Wilt looked down a little, he was nervous to ask but…"what were their names?"

She looked at him for a while then back to the pillows she was fixing, she was a little hesitant to answer, though seeing he was asking out of curiosity, she gave a small smile and answered, "Stacy and Stephanie."

"Those are pretty names, do you mind if I ask how old they were when they…?"

"Stacy was 5 and Stephanie was 15 when they made me."

"Wow, a teenager made someone as beautiful as you...that's amazing." Wilt blushed when he realized what he just said.

Sarah couldn't help but blush herself at that little comment. She put the pillows back on the couch then looked up at Wilt with a smile, "well...its time for a little snack...we better grab some before they are all gone."

"Uh...yeah...hehehe.." Wilt nervously stuttered a bit as he was getting a funny feeling.

As Sarah left the room, Wilt couldn't help but watch her walk, the swaying of her hair and tall and the long fluid strides of her legs, it was as if she was walking with sophistication, it was captivating in its own way…till he then crashed into Coco on the way out.

Sarah turned around to see both Coco and Wilt on the floor and asked, "are you two alright?"

"Coco.." Coco said with her wobbly smile.

"Yeah...I'm okay. Sorry about that Coco." Wilt apologized as he stood rubbing his legs then helped Coco up.

"Coco...coco cococo.."

"Yes I promise to be more careful."

"well...I will see both of you in the kitchen." Sarah stated turning around after seeing both friends were all right and walked into the kitchen.

Coco watched as Sarah went and then at Wilt, seeing the look of captivation in his eye.
After Sarah entered the kitchen, Wilt turned to Coco who was looking at him very peculiarly, "What?"

"Coco co coco Coco co Coco!"
Wilt blushed as he looked down at Coco, annoyed he shouted, "I DO NOT LIKE HER!"

"Coco...cococococ."

"Denial? I'm in Denial? I hardly know her!" Wilt crossed his arm turning his back to Coco.

Coco looked up to her dear friend and placed a foot on one of his legs. "Co Coco" she apologized.

Wilt sighed turning around to face Coco, "no, I am sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that…Sarah is a very nice and cute, but…I don't know anything about her," he looks down, "and I am scared to ask about her children…I think its one of the reasons why she has been so sad lately…I don't want to bring up anything that will make her upset just when she started to smile."

Coco looked up at Wilt then down as she used her foot to rub the bottom part of her beak in thought, she knew her friend was often shy and very apologetic, he was the type of imaginary friend who didn't want to bother anyone if it caused them to be sad or annoyed with him. So she thought, maybe there was someway she could help him out a little.