I looked over the railing at them cuddled together, glad that we’d gotten them a room by themselves.
I looked over the railing at them cuddled together, glad that we’d gotten them a room by themselves. Everyone here would think she was his girlfriend, not his sister.I remembered the day my husband had found them together, how he’d insisted we leave them alone and let them enjoy themselves. How right he’d been, I mused, looking at their happy faces. -- source link