Emma woke to find Andrew standing over her bed. She
struggled to bring his face into focus. “What is it, Andrew?”
“Mom! Get up. I think I smell pancakes downstairs.”
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and then
sat on the edge of her bed, lacing her fingers and stretching her arms out in
front of her. She looked across at Joe, still sleeping peacefully. The digital
clock read 8:17.
“Come on! Are you getting up?”
She yawned. “Good morning, Andrew.”
“Good morning…. Well?”
“Just give me a minute. Can’t you go down by yourself?
Grandma’s obviously up.”
“I don’t want to go down without you. What would I say to
her?”
“I don’t know. Good morning, maybe?”
“Just come on!”
Emma’s stomach rumbled audibly when she caught a whiff of
the pancakes herself. “Oh, alright. It’s time to get moving anyway.” She
grinned slyly. “Why don’t you wake your dad?”
