Sleeping Beauty
My sister, Mickey, apologizes a lot these days. “I can’t imagine what Tommy and Terry were doing to knock it off the top of your china cabinet.You have no idea how badly I feel, Suze. We’ll pay for it, of course….”
“Never mind, I didn’t like those Waterford crystal candlesticks much anyway.”
Mickey has been asking for forgiveness, expressing regret and acting contrite for three years. That’s when her twins learned to walk. Before that, life was relatively calm. Since the boys mastered locomotion, however, nothing has been the same. Tommy and Terry are adorable with loose black curls, blue-violet eyes with long lashes as dark as midnight, rosy cheeks and wide smiles that reveal faint dimples. We lovingly refer to them as the Terror Twins, Tommy Tomahawk and Terry the Tormentor.
Mickey, whose name is short for Michelle, flung herself onto my couch. “I can’t go. It would be cruel and unusual punishment to make you take care of the boys for three months.”
“Nonsense. They’re my flesh and blood. Of course I’ll take care of them.” Saying it, I felt a little like the martyr Stephen ... read full excerpt from Sleeping Beauty ebook
