He hung up the cell phone and then told Mrs. Lindberg.  "Well, she's over the house now."<br/><br/>Mrs. Lindberg shook her head.  "You mean Kiara.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  She could really break his heart, especially if they find out."<br/><br/>Mr. Lindberg turned to his wife; they were sitting in the hotel room bed.  "Look, you know yourself how your brother walked out on your life completely.  Its not the same with Erik and Kiara.  You can't project your feelings on them."<br/><br/>Mrs. Lindberg began to sob a little.  "He became a drunk and loved his drugs more than me; he left when I was 15.  He was my best friend; now I hate him and I didn't want anyone we adopted to have to go through the same thing.  Its just that there was something about Erik ..."<br/><br/>"He's our son and our friend; but you can't use him to replace your brother."  Mrs. Lindberg straightened up.  "Do you think they suspect the nurse knows about them?  Do you think they might like try to kiss each other or something?"  But Mr. Lindberg calmed her down.  "Look, they are going to have to get to know each other and make mistakes along the way.  But I trust them completely."<br/><br/>"How did you ever figure out Kiara and Samantha were one and the same?"  Mr. Lindberg just smile.  "I have my contacts.  And Ron and Brenda ... whoa.  You thought we were a screwed up family ... let's just say Kiara must be be strong to have lived with them.  Hey, wait a sec.  I thought we came out here to the hotel room to play?"<br/>--------------------------------------------------------<br/>He enjoyed being fawned over; "nah, I don't need no tylenol.  Your love is like bad medicine, bad medicine is what I need" he began singing out.  His parents introduced him to those Jovi tunes.<br/><br/>"Hey, you adopted Sam?  Or your parents just that modern type that want to be called by their first name?  Geez, if I did that to my Mom and Dad, they'd kill me."