"How you feeling?" Leo plumped Amy's pillows.
"Like road kill," she groaned.
Amy had a particularly bad bronchitis attack three nights ago and was staying home from school. Leo enjoyed looking after her. They played games, told stories, and watched TV together. He was even learning to cook.
Amy gave him a quizzical glance. "When are you and Mom gonna get married?"
"Well, it's a complicated issue."
"What's so complicated? You love each other, right? We're just like a family."
"Sure we are. When the time is right, we'll do it."
The truth was, Leo would get married tomorrow, but Sam was reluctant. She had been married twice before, and gotten burned both times. The first husband took off without a word after six months. And the second (Amy's father) went crazy when Amy turned two. He was diagnosed MPD -- multiple personality disorder -- and later committed suicide. As a result, Sam was wary of relationships and especially sensitive about mental illness.
Amy sat up in bed and grabbed a deck of cards from the clutter of books, games, and tissues. "Up for Hearts? I'll kick yo' butt."
"My butt'll have to wait, Squirt. Sam asked me to pick up your homework at school."
"C'mon Leo. I'm too sick to do homework· Look, I can't lift my head up." Amy buried her head under her pillow, then peeked out.
"You're such a drama queen" he chided. "See you in a half-hour." Smiling, Leo headed to the garage. But as the garage door went up, he saw them again.