The Lost Boys, Wendy, Micheal, and Peter sat in the Tree House- Wendy and Micheal on the bed, Peter sat down on the table, and Friendly and Slick on the floor. Peter and the Lost Boys looked up at the newcomers in silent excitement as they introduced themselves.

"So, I'm sure you want to know who we are and why we are here," Wendy said. Slick nodded enthusiastically. Wendy continued, "Well, my name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling."

"My name is Micheal Nicholas Darling," Micheal added.

Friendly looked down as she felt her heart sinking even further. Wendy had four names! Micheal had three! She only had one name. Just one.

Wendy kept talking, not noticing Friendly's concforbiddennot seeming to notice Friendly's distress. "We have come from a place called London, England. My mother said we can come to visit Never Land and do spring cleaning."

Slick asked, "What's a mother?" while Friendly asked at the same time, "What's a London-England?"

"London, England is a city. Cities have thousands of people in them. They're huge," Micheal jumped in.

"Bigger than Never Land?" Friendly asked excitedly.

Micheal nodded. "Much bigger."

Wendy leaned forward to cut Micheal off. She said kindly, "A mother is a part of a family. A family is a group of people, usually very closely related to one another, that live in the same house. Families usually consist of a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, and a baby. Each of the people in the family has a specific job to do. A father works to make sure there is always something for the family to eat, and he runs the household. A mother cares for her children and her home. Brothers and sisters, who can also be referred to as 'children', must learn. After many years, they can become mothers and fathers. A baby represents the innocence in the world."

As Wendy explained who the various members of the family were and what each family member did, the Lost Boys stared in fascination. They wanted to be like Wendy and Micheal, to have a family to come home to each day, to have a special place in their world...

"Hey, Peter," Friendly said hesitantly, "Do you think we could become like that? Could we become a family?"

Peter smiled. "Sure."

"Peter's the father!" everyone else chorused.

Peter chuckled. He had suspected he would become the Lost Boy's father again. There was nobody else that would be an obvious choice; Peter was the leader, and everyone knew it.

Slick asked as sweetly as he could, "Miss Wendy, could I please be the baby? Pretty pretty please with sugar on top?"

Friendly stared at him. "What on earth is he thinking?" she thought. Wendy said she would let him be the baby.

"If Slick's the baby, I want to be the brother. Brothers are cool," Friendly said.

"I asked Wendy if I could be the brother before we came here. I should be the first choice. You're ... not quite brother material," Michel replied.

Peter walked over to Wendy. They began to whisper. Micheal got up, and sat with the Lost Boys.

"What are they talking about?" Friendly asked.

Micheal admitted that he wasn't exactly sure, but they were probably planning their life as a family.

Slick's stomach growled. Friendly realized she and Slick hadn't had anything to eat since the morning, and reasoned Peter and the newcomers would be famished. She called to Slick and Micheal, "Come on. Let's find something to tasty to eat for our first meal as a family."

The boys came with her, leaving Peter and Wendy to talk alone in the house. The trio climbed down the tree. Friendly found a bucket Micheal could fill with wild blackberries, and sent him on his way.

Slick and Friendly went the opposite way. Slick had hidden a leftover moose carcass in a cave a few days before. The Lost Boys followed a well-worn path to the cave. They pushed a rock away from the cave's entrance, and crawled in. The cave was chilly and dry, making it the perfect place to store meat. Its sides were smooth, having been carved out by seas that retreated decades ago. The moose carcass still looked fresh. Friendly and Slick worked together to skin and gut the moose. Then, they cut off the parts nobody wanted to eat, like the feet and the head. Slick carried the majority of the meat back to Home Tree. Friendly threw the parts nobody wanted into the bush, and took the skin to the Indians.

She met up with everyone else at the Home Tree. Wendy was already cooking the moose meat over a fire. Peter was scolding Slick, who had stuffed his face with berries before everyone was ready to eat.

"Where is Micheal?" Friendly asked Wendy.

"He's getting changed for dinner. The clothes he was wearing when we arrived were new," Wendy explained.

Friendly said, "They look nice. Why can't he wear them?"

Wendy stated, "Yes, but they aren't the best thing to have in Neverland. I want to keep them from getting dirty. He's going to be borrowing some of Slick's old clothes."

Soon, the meat was cooked and Micheal came down from Home Tree. Everyone sat down to eat on the grass. Peter and Wendy passed out the meat to everyone else. They talked and laughed as they ate, making the meal very long. Nobody went hungry. After they ate, everybody helped clean up and went to bed.

Wendy was the first to wake up. The moon's pale beams shone into Home Tree as she carefully reorganized Micheal's memories. She put the fresh thoughts of last night's dinner at the top. She was nervous about touching the Lost Boys' memories. She hardly knew anything about them, so she didn't know what they would like as their morning memory.

A pile of laundry caught Wendy's eye. After some thought, she picked up a sewing needle, cotton thread, and a pair of pants and walked outside.

"Those children are still dreadfully hard on the knees," Wendy whispered to herself. As she sewed, her thoughts began to drift. She thought of how little Neverland had changed. She thought of Peter, who she hoped would be dear as when she had left. She thought of the new Lost Boys, Slick and Friendly. She presumed they had come the same way as all Lost Boys did, but something still unsettled her. It was a clash of upbringing Wendy had never even imagined. Now, she would have to untangle the messy threads that being Lost Boys had made, and try to teach new ways of living.

Wendy sighed, "Teaching them will be very difficult, especially for Friendly."

"Hunh?"

Wendy turned around. Friendly was standing behind her. How much had Wendy said without noticing? Had she broken her promise to Peter so soon?

"Oh, um, Friendly," Wendy said quickly, "I didn't see you there. I- is something wrong?"

Friendly smirked. "Yes."

Wendy's mind raced. What would she do if Friendly knew the very thing that was to be kept from her?

Friendly explained indifferently, "I need to pee. I'll be back up in a minute." She paused before adding, "You don't look well, Mother. You should probably go back to bed."

Friendly climbed down the tree. Wendy watched her, breathing deep sighs of relief. It was okay. Her worry rose again when she found herself with a puzzle. How could she teach Friendly to act like a respectable lady when Friendly did not know her true gender?

There had been no end to the pretending when the last set of Lost Boys had been around. They had pretended to be pirates, pretended to be Indians, pretended to have supper when there was none. If she had pretended before, Wendy was sure Friendly could pretend now. Only this time, what they would pretend to be and they truly were is the same thing.

Wendy turned to Friendly and said, "No, Friendly, you have to stay here."

Friendly moaned, "Why?"

"Because," Wendy explained, "I need your help doing the chores. Good sisters help their mothers."

Friendly wanted to go on the hunting trip, but she also wanted to be a good sister. She sighed, trying to get out of it. Wendy wouldn't budge.

"Yes, Mother Wendy," Friendy groaned