It was a hot, intense weekend, and there's still giggling down the hall, all connected between them and their aunt with tablets and cords across the bed and air mattress--a wall to wall sea of beds, pillows and quilts, fan in the doorway.
An hour ago there was a weepy phone call to their mother about how scared they were.
(Puh-leeze.)
In an hour it'll be tomorrow.
Onward.
Nothing but love, Val
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