I guessed that this was Nathan—the fourteen-year-old musician. I watched as he strummed a few notes on the instrument that I was unable to hear. Shaking his head, he grabbed the pencil from between his teeth and crossed something out. I wondered how he could concentrate with everything going on around him. “Jackie, honey,” said Katherine, finally noticing me. She was straining the water out of a huge pot of noodles. On the counter next to her was an economy-sized jar of spaghetti sauce. “I’m so glad you didn’t get lost on your way to the kitchen. This place is so huge, and your room is the farthest away. I asked Cole to go get you about ten minutes ago, but it looks like he got wrapped up in the game.” She smiled at me, and I went over to help her. “It’s okay. It wasn’t very hard to find,” I said, popping the lid off the jar. “I just followed all the noise.” Katherine laughed, took the jar from me, and emptied it over the noodles. “It’s always loud in here. That’s what happens when you have twelve kids.” She paused for a moment and gave me a small smile. “Make that thirteen.” I looked at my feet and whispered, “Thanks, Mrs. Walter.” “Anything for you, dear. And please, don’t call me that. I’m Katherine,” she said and pulled me into a hug. “Boys!” bellowed George. “Grub’s on the table. Turn that stupid thing off.” Katherine let me go, grabbed the bowl of spaghetti, and set it next to the other dishes of steaming food. I followed her over to the table and sat down in the nearest chair. “You can’t sit there,” said one of the boys from the middle set of twins. Once again, both of their names slipped my memory. “Sorry,” I said, sliding into the next chair. “Not there either. That’s my chair,” said the other twin. “Boys, why doesn’t one of you go get a chair from the dining room and bring it in here for Jackie to sit on?” asked George. One of the twins looked like he was about to protest, but then his double elbowed him in the side.