The phone rang at seven the next morning. Mark and I were still in bed, so I took the call on the bedroom extension. It was Paul. I went downstairs, and got Sam to the phone. Mark and I quickly washed and dressed, and went back downstairs. Sam announced he had a baby sister. She was small and in an incubator, but the doctors said she would be fine.
“I hope you got a good night’s sleep,” Mark said to Sam, “because when she comes home, you might not get many more.”
Sam groaned. “Can I come and sleep on your couch if that happens?”
I ruffled his hair and said, “We’ll see.” Somehow I didn’t think Paul and Helen would agree to such an arrangement.
I got on with making our breakfast. Sam offered to help, and he insisted on feeding Mark. Yes, I thought, I’ll have to watch those two.
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