They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I mean, I guess this statement could be true if it wasn't considered upon me. I know what your thinking, but I'm not a bad person. And neither is she...

I pay the cab driver and grab the suitcases from the trunk.
"Denny!" My cousin Terrence calls from his ragged front porch.
"Hey!" I wave.

The cab drives off and I trot over to the house with my heavy luggage.
"Do you need help with your stuff?" He asks, half way down to the familiar guestroom.
"Oh, yes darling. You surely can help me with the things that there's no help needed for anymore because my poor, poor cousin dear let me carry them here myself. Well, someone is not being a gentleman perhaps." i say in my well developed British accent.