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Sibling Rivalry

... tell me he was so good at making breakfast!" Jan declared.

"We used to joke that he only knew how to make pancakes," Penny said, passing over in silence that he'd learned to cook just about everything else in the past couple of years, when her mother could no longer do it. "But yes, he was always great at those."

Larry turned around and set two more plates on the table - hearts for Cornelia and plain unshaped pancakes for Eric - and then sat down to sip his coffee. Only when he did that did Penny chance to notice how utterly happy he looked, for the first time since Mom had died. She was just about to comment on that when she realized what must have happened last night to make it that way, whereupon she contented herself with a conspiratorial woman-to-woman smile at Jan. Sure enough, she had the glow too.

For once, Cornelia and Eric's appearance was welcome. "Hi Dad...oh, geez, heart pancakes?!" She flopped down ungratefully before her plate.

"They're your favorite, honey!"

"When I was a child," Cornelia grumbled. But she did tuck into the pancakes.

"They look good to me," Eric said.

"That's 'cause yours are normal!" But Cornelia showed no willingness to exchange plates.

Penny wasn't sure when Cornelia caught on to what she had just noticed about Dad and Jan. But she definitely did, for as soon as Dad and Jan had excused themselves for a day of sightseeing in town, Cornelia let out a bloodcurdling "Ewwwwww!"

Eric did not catch on. "What, the ...

... pancakes weren't that bad just because they were heart-shaped."

Penny laughed. "No, Eric, she's upset because Dad and Jan made love last night."

"Aren't you, Penny? And how did you even notice? You're the most imperceptive person I know...wait, you spied on them?!"

Penny shook her head and turned to Eric, who she was sure had heard all about the crack in the bathroom wall - maybe he'd even peeked at her, but she chose not to care. "What do you think, Eric? Should people stop living in their fifties? I don't intend to."

"Me neither," Eric said. "But if you don't mind my asking, Penny, how did you notice?"

"The same way Cornelia did. Dad looked really happy this morning."

"You haven't answered me, Penny," Cornelia went on. "Did you spy on them or not?"

Penny laughed and once again refused to dignify the question with a response. Before Cornelia could take another verbal swing at her, the doorbell rang.

Eric jumped up. "That must be Joe," he said. Cornelia got up to follow him to the front door. It was indeed Joe, Penny heard, as Cornelia squealed his name and Eric threw in a "Hey, man".

Penny, knowing no one else would, began gathering up the dishes to wash. Though she planned to be polite with the unwelcome guest, she was just as happy to leave Cornelia and Eric's friend to them.

So she wasn't even looking up from the sink when the trio appeared in the kitchen doorway. But she did look up politely when Eric said, "Penny? This is our buddy, Joe."

Penny ...