Vaughn greeted his sister grimly, ready for another fight.
A week ago, Victoria too had been prepared to have it out with her brother, then Dr. McPherson had called with her results.
“So you ordered one for me too, uh?” Vaughn motioned to the hot-chocolate.
“It’s your favourite.”
“Whatever…look, like I said, I’m selling the house and I don’t give a damn about all the memories or……”
“That’s fine,” Victoria cut in hurriedly.
Vaughn raised his brows.
“Now what angle are you playing?”
Victoria shook her head. “No angle…I mean it…you can do what you want with the house. Here are the papers, all signed.”
Vaughn studied his sister.
“What’s wrong Vicky?” he asked, softly.
Moments later all the bitterness was forgotten and Victoria was weeping in her brother’s arms.
“We’re in this together, sis….Victoria and Vaughn, since the day they were born, …remember?”
“I can’t believe you still remember that cheesy line!” Victoria smiled between tears.
“I do…..and we’ve a lot more memories to make,” Vaughn paused, “in our house.”