Sylvia poured herself coffee and pulled a high stool over to the sink and sat down, She reached over and slipped English muffins into the toaster and pushed down the button. She kept one eye on the window.

The toast popped just as Carlos buzzed in and sat down to his breakfast--made fresh this morning and slightly sweeter than yesterday's.

"Good morning," said Sylvia. "Who's this?" There was a slightly larger version of Carlos that now shared the feeder.

"This here's Juan. He's hanging with us for a while. Juan, this is Sylvia. She's cool."