One Hundred- Twenty Five

Wendy laughed and nodded.

"Thank you, Elena. So, what do I tell mark? He's up there right now wondering if we are killing each other."

"I have an idea. Why not let me go up there and finish reading the story to the girls? While I'm doing that, you can talk to mark. Trust me, Wendy, he'll understand."

"Okay. Aunt Elena, huh?" Wendy smiled.

"Yeah, uh, it was the only thing I could think of when I walked in."

"Well, Aunt Elena, go upstairs and read to my girls while I talk to my husband."

"Yeah, why don't I do just that? What a great idea! Too bad I didn't think of it first."

Elena gave Wendy a grin and walked up the stairs. She heard mark's voice and followed it to the bedroom door. She looked around the doorframe and watched for a minute.

The girls were in their beds and mark was sitting in between them on a chair with a book on his lap. He was looking from one daughter to the other as he read the story. It was obvious from watching him that this was the same story he told them every