I smile, as I wait for Mrs. Anderson at the airport. Blake, Andrew, and the girls stayed at home while the twins also left to go home. Sophie begged me to invite the twins to her birthday; I told her that I'll talk to Mrs. Anderson first. I can't make promises I can't keep. The reason I am smiling, however, is that the Andersons get along so well with my cousins. Plus, Blake was in a much better mood this morning, so that is a great improvement.
At precisely 10 o'clock I see Mrs. Anderson. She smiles brightly when she sees me and walks over to me.
“Delia! It is so good to see you!” she exclaims, embracing me in a hug.
“It's good to see you too,” I say and hug her back. We leave the airport after collecting her luggage. The drive back to the house is comfortable and cheerful. I tell her
