<div style="text-align: justify;">Sissy couldn't help but giggle when Shane said she looked cute when she was embarrassed. She knew that he was just joking with her, and she didn't mind at all. It was good to hear him laugh and joke. And Sissy had always been patient, so it was hard to upset her. <br/><br/>When Shane recognized that her mother had taught her well, Sissy smiled. She loved taking care of people in general, and Shane in particular, and that included cooking for him. She didn't know how good of a cook his previous woman had been, but that was one of the things she was confident about. She knew she had a natural gift in the kitchen, and, despite her generally know self-esteem, knew that she was a likable person.<br/><br/>That, and the fact that she could ease Shane's fears when he woke up in the middle of the night, made her feel that she wasn't that bad. Diane was his past, after all. She was his present and future, and it would be foolish to be jealous of a dead woman. Maybe they could give her name to one of their daughters, she thought, if it helped him make peace with his conscience. It was a nice-sounding name, after all. <br/><br/>The sound of the truck broke this line of thought, though. There was work to do. <br/><br/>Following Shane to the door, Sissy greeted the movers politely with her usual smile, and invited them in. She helped with what she could, moving the lighter boxes away from the door and leaving the heavier ones to Shane. Once all the kitchen boxes were in, Sissy moved them all in there and started unpacking. There was a lot to do, and she hoped to have at least the kitchen and bedroom set up before the end of the day. Though, she suspected, after all the work they had to do, they would probably be so tired they would fall asleep anywhere.<br/><br/>Setting up the kitchen didn't take too long, as the previous owners had left some furniture and a beautiful kitchen island, as well as appliances. Sissy had only had to take her cutlery, pots and pans, dish rags and other details of the sort. As she put things in their places - pots and pans and cutlery in the sink to be washed, and everything else in drawers and cupboards -, Sissy thought once again about how lucky they were.<br/><br/>Leaving the kitchen - washing up could wait -, the young woman stepped into the living room, looking around. "What can I help with, honey?", she asked, hoping that she would be able to do something other than washing up pots and pans or watching the men work.</div>