"Mummy? Why is she in a wheelchair?"

She looked behind the woman's dress at the two small boys, clutching the fabric.

"Some people just are," the woman said. "I see nothing wrong with it, do you?" The boys knew better than to disagree. "Her name is Moira. Your new sister."

The two boys wiped their noses on their sleeves. Moira stayed behind the woman. All three stared at each other, too shy to make the first move.

"Moira, this is Malcolm." The woman put her hand on her son's head. "And this is Angus." The smaller one dodged her hand. "They're your brothers."

**********

"Guys, wait, we have to wait for Moira," Malcolm said. "She's not as fast as we are."

"Why does she need that chair?" a freckled boy with red hair asked. "Why can't she just run like us?"

"Some people need them," Malcolm said. "That's what Mum told us."

"I think we should leave her," another boy said. He was blond, scrawny, and always looked displeased. "She's too slow."

"She's doing her best," Malcolm said. "At least she has a reason, what's your excuse for being so slow?"

The displeased boy looked even more upset. "Your sister is a freak."

Moira approached the group of boys right as he said that. In an instant the boy was knocked to the ground, Angus beating his fists against him.

"Alright, Ang, lay up," Malcolm said but made no move to stop him. He could see tears in Moira's eyes. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head.

"Get your brother off me!"

The freckled boy lifted Angus to his feet. His cap had fallen to the dirt and his knees were scraped. "You deserved it," Malcolm muttered.

**********

"Alright, put one finger here, and the other-"

The string popped off, bobbing up and down. "I'll never get this right," Moira said, tossing the guitar aside.

"Sure you will. If Angus can do it, so can you."

"Hey!" Angus pouted.

**********

"Ang, I gotta ask ya' somethin'."

"No, you can't use my deodorant, Mal, sort of defeats the purpose."

"Ya' wanna join my band or not, ya' sicko?" Angus looked up at his brother in shock.

"Me?"

"You."

"What about the other guys?" Malcolm shrugged.

"I let 'em all quit. An' you're better than they are." Angus smiled smugly to himself. "I'd like you an' Moira to join, if ya' want."

"Have you asked her?"

"I plan to." Angus stood from his bed.

"We'll ask her together, then."

**********

"Forget it, Mal, I don't want to be in your stupid band anymore." Moira shut herself up in the handicapped bathroom stall.

"Fuck those guys, Moira, they're pricks," Malcolm said. Neither he nor Angus cared about standing in the women's restroom at the moment.

"Jealous pricks," Angus added.

"Right," Malcolm said.

"Go away," Moira sniffled. "Find somebody else."

"But we want you," Malcolm said. "You're the best for the job. An' hey." Malcolm knocked on the stall door. "If anyone gives you shit again, you send 'em to us, okay?"

Silence was the only response.

Angus knocked on the door. "Moira?" Slowly the bathroom stall lock turned.

**********

"Ya' never mentioned ya' had such a lovely sister."

"Paws off, Bon," Malcolm grumbled. "She's our family, not your good time." Moira blushed as Bon kissed her hand.

"Are we ready?" Angus asked, fixing his tie. "The new guy up to the task?"

"I'm always up for it, little man," Bon said. "Jus' lead the way."

**********

"Can I have your autograph?" a little girl asked.

"Why sure," Moira said, writing her name and a heart in the little red book. "Here you go."

"You're my favorite," the little girl said before scampering off. Malcolm and Angus smiled at their sister.

"See? Ya' still think ya' should leave the band?" Malcolm asked.

**********

"Happy birthday!" Moira beamed at the band, beer in her hand and a present on her lap.

"You guys are the best," she said.

"Here." Malcolm took his lighter out and lit a candle sticking out the top of a cupcake. "Make a wish, kid."

Moira closed her eyes before blowing out the candle. "What'd ya' wish for?" Bon asked.

"I'll never tell," Moira smiled. "What more could I ask for anyway?"