It was almost dark by the time we woke up, Fiona still laying on top of me. “I’m hungry,” she said. “Will you fix us something to eat? Then we can watch movies downstairs all night long.”“Sure, Fi, I think there’s stuff to make sandwiches.”“Thanks, Bro. I’m going to cleanup and put PJ’s on.” We

My step-sister, Fiona, and I had known each other for several years before my divorced mom and her single dad got married. Our parents were good friends before they married so although we weren’t technically a family, we did many family type things together, especially summer vacations at Fiona’s dad’s cabin on the lake.Fiona is