I'm reminded of my sister... She always had it in for me. Thought I was "the slow one," "the one most likely to be homeless," blah blah blah. She thought of me as stupid. She was Always so superior. Well, she got pregnant many years ago, and unfortunately, she fell ill, eventually lapsing into a coma. Her boyfriend had ran off as soon as he got a whiff of responsibility, so if fell to me to see after her while she slept away in a hospice. Eventually, she came to, and we were all relieved. The first thing she asked about was her pregnancy...had she had a baby, and if so, was everything ok? "Relax," I told her. "Everything is fine. You had twins! A boy and a girl. I named them for you." I could see the terror in her eyes. OH NO, she was thinking. My idiot brother probably picked some awful names. "Uh...what did you name them?" "I named the girl Denise." She relaxed a bit. Let out a breath of relief. Not so bad. "And the boy?" "Danephew."