Keith answered the doorbell. It was early yet on a Sunny Sunday morning. It was chilly out, but there was that girl staying at Spencer's behind the screened door standing on the porch, alone.
"Sage? Right?" Keith winced. What could she want? He thought.
"I..I was wondering if ..if I could talk with you and Fergie." She looked at him as if this might be business.
"Fergie?" How could she possibly know Fergie? He let her in and she followed him into the kitchen where Fergie and Benny were having breakfast. "Coffee?" Keith finally asked.
Sage nodded and took a seat. She looked at Fergie.
"I know, Trevor would never have mentioned me, but..but I'm his half-sister." Sage announced as if it really wasn't a big secret.
"You know him?" Fergie asked as if he might be a rockstar and she'd maybe sang a duet with him.
"Yeah, its been a while. I didn't know he'd be around here. Actually." She said she'd grown up around Sioux City. "My mom ran off with a truck driver, who ..come to find out highjacked trucks, occasionally. He was always thinking of something, for easy money. Didn't mean it was, easy. And then my Mom ....died. So it was just the three of us. We went to school when we could. Camped out, a lot. And..and then it was us." Sage didn't smile. "I didn't want us to be apart. I didn't. But there wasn't anything I could do about it. Everytime, I tried, I got nowhere about getting him, to be with me, when I went to live with my father's family. I just never thought I belonged there..." She could hardly speak then. Finally she managed three simple words. "How is he?"
Keith suddenly felt as if the circle had just gotten bigger. He really hadn't thought of Trevor's family in any of this.