Author's note: Okay, disclaimer time! DO NOT TRY MIMI'S RECIPE AT HOME!!!! It is not an actual cure for itchiness. Trust me; all it will do is stink up everything within a two mile radius!!!!

"Oh my god!" Roger coughed as he entered the Loft. "What is that god-awful smell?"

Firefly pointed at the stove. "Eggs and flour. I'm boiling it to a paste."
"Why?"

"Ask Mimi."

Roger knocked on the bedroom door. "Meems, what's up with the eggs? It smells horrible out here."

"I need it. It stops itching. My Abuela used it when I had poison ivy."

"Oh, God, Mimi!" Roger was holding his nose, trying not to gag. "It smells like death warmed over! Times three! Just stick with the calamine lotion!"

"I tried it! It didn't work!"

"Mimi!"

"Fine!"

Roger turned to Firefly. "Can we please get rid of that nasty stuff?"

Firefly nodded. "I can try."

Roger wrinkled his nose. "Give me a five from the jar; I'm going to go get some air freshener. Actually, better make it a ten, I can get industrial sized."

Firefly nodded. "Here. Have fun. I'll get rid of this."

A short while later, Roger was wandering the aisles at the grocery store, trying to find the air freshener, and stubbornly refusing to ask for help. He rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks. Allison stood in front of him, perusing gourmet coffees. Roger tried to move, but she turned around and saw him. She smiled. "Roger! What a lovely surprise." Roger muttered a response and started walking, but Allison caught his arm. "Roger, can we talk? This silly lawsuit. Let's forget it."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on. I'll pay you. Ten thousand dollars."

"Why? So you can turn around and demand the forty-two thousand dollars we 'owe' you in rent? I don't think so."

"Roger…"

"Forget it! I'm taking this all the way!"

"Fine. Then I wish you luck." Allison stormed off.

Roger turned, his beeper going off. Throwing his pill into his mouth, he moved, finding the air freshener. Grabbing one, he headed for the register. He ended up in line behind an elderly lady, with nearly the entire store in her cart. She turned to him. "Oh my, I didn't expect to see you here, Jeremiah."

"What?" Roger frowned.

The lady continued. "Doesn't your wife usually do the shopping?"

Roger shrugged. "Ma'am, I think you have me confused with someone else."

"Oh!" The woman was startled. "Dear, you look just like my son, Jeremiah. You could even be his son, though he only had a daughter."

"Wait." Roger frowned deeper. "Jeremiah Davis? He's my father."
"No, Jeremiah only has a daughter. She'd be eighteen now. Such a lovely girl. Firefly. Pity her mother ran off when she was so young."

"Yes!" Roger nodded. "Firefly Davis. She's my younger sister. And Charlene didn't run off. Jeremiah kidnapped Firefly. Charlene was with me. There's a seven-year difference. I'm Roger."

"Oh, yes. Roger. Jeremiah talked about you. I remember now. I met you once, when you where very small. You're all grown up now. With a family of your own, I suppose?"

Roger nodded. "Yes. I have a daughter, Marina Elexa, named after her grandmother on her mom's side."

His grandmother smiled. "Well, dear, you go on ahead. You don't need to be stuck behind me all day." She handed him a business card. "Call me sometime. I'd like to meet your wife and daughter."

Roger smiled softly. "I'd like that." He paid the cashier and left. His grandmother, Natalie, smiled. "Such a lovely boy. He takes after his mother for sure. Why couldn't his father have been so wonderful?"