Blake was dressed in a camel-coloured sweater over a white shirt, trousers, and white loafers. He stood with his back straight and looked extremely handsome.
He rubbed his sister's head. "Noel, have you been a good girl today?"
Noel nodded vigorously and looked at Blake with admiration. They had only been born a few minutes apart, but Blake was obviously much more mature than Noel.
Noel was the typical girl-next-door, innocent and adorable.
Emily brought the dishes to the table. "Alright, wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Harold walked over to pick Noel up, but Emily stopped him. "Harold, go and eat. I'll help them wash up."
"I'll help you." Harold didn't allow their earlier conversation to come between them.
"Dr. Johns, let Emily do it. Go on, take a seat," Ellen said.
Harold
