Chapter 12.

I sit in the car as Bette pulls into the car park of the hospital my head is a total mess. I can’t believe my brother, my little brother who was so sweet and a lovely child has come into my life again. Jared knew nothing about me and that was a hard thing, he didn’t remember me either. I felt Bette’s hand on my knee and I looked across at her.

            “It’s okay you know!” She says softly.

            “It’s just such a shock.” I said slowly,           

            “Yeh I know, he seems very open minded.”

            “He is nothing like Mom or dad.” I said,

            “He looks like you!”

            “Yeh he does.” I smile, Bette reaches over and kisses me. Before we both get out of the car and head to the hospital. Ten minutes later we are standing in Alice’s room and can see that’s ill.

            “How are you?” I ask, looking at her.

            “Pissed off I want to go home!” Alice said at once, sounding like Mattie.

            “Stop moaning.” Tasha said at once.

            “We bought you cookies!” Bette said passing the box we had bought on the way, Alice’s face just broke into a grin and I knew that we were forgiven.

            “How is Mattie?” Tasha asked.

            “Doing well.” Bette said.

            “We were up in shifts all night watching him.” I said. “Even Angie helped.”

            “That’s good.”

            “When are they letting you out?”

            “Tomorrow.” Alice said.

            “If she behaves.” Tasha added I grinned, as Bette slipped her arm around me.

            “I’m sure she will to get out of here. “ Bette said, we stayed for about an hour. Chatting, joking and just making Alice feel better. I look at my watch and then at Bette, she knows I’m going for lunch with Jared. he wanted to talk to me alone and that was fine with me. We say our goodbyes and then Bette drives me to the restaurant. Jared is waiting outside in jeans and a shirt. I smile as Bette pulls up. I notice he is watching us closely. I lean forward and kissing my life,

            “Do I look okay?” I ask,