"How come he gets to eat first?" Paige whined.

"We eat in order of importance. You're last." he mumbled through his food.

"Fuck you jock." she snarled.

"Watch your language Paige." Allyson said.

"You hate jocks so much, how come you're always hanging around the field?"

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Children." ALlyson sighed. She dropped a plate in front of Paige and then put a third down at her place and sat down.

"What did you do at school today honey?" she asked. Paige rolled her eyes skyward.

"Nothing." she said.

"Found out what happens when she bends over a bench in front of Mark Summers and lifts her skirt." Jeff smirked.

"Fuck you, you liar." she yelled.

"Paige don't curse like that." Allyson demanded.

"Jeff don't say things like that about your sister."

"Okay, I take it back. She only wishes she'd done that."

"Eat shit."

"Up yours."

"Will you two please stop that at the table."

She glared at both of them and they finally quieted down. She sighed and went back to her meal. It was hard to control the two of them nowadays. Luckily, they were both good kids. They'd both turned out all right, even without any fathers around.

Jeff was in his last year in high school, and with even the slightest hint of luck, would get a full scholarship to one of the big ten colleges next year. She always worried about him playing, knowing there were huge behemoths trying to jump on top of him all the time, but he loved the game and she'd been unable to talk him out of it.

He took after his father thankfully. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair. His face was a combination of hers and Mike's, being both strong and handsome.

Paige was a little on the sharp tongued side, but still a nice girl. Anyway, Allyson was glad of the girl's spunk and spirit. She wished she'd been like that when she was her age. She wished she was like that now.