After reading three stories to the girls, I think it's enough. Their mother also thinks it's enough and speaks sternly when they start begging again for one last story. I wish them happy dreams and promise to read again soon. That calms them down a bit, and they reluctantly say goodbye. I wait for the mother in the hallway before I leave.
She has thanked me several times and cannot express enough how much she enjoys watching me interact with the smaller children.
I don't know how to respond, and I can only say that I really like the girls and enjoy them. Then I say goodbye and tell her that if she ever needs a babysitter, I will happily volunteer.
I walk home whistling. I'm still in a good mood because I know I'll be able to see Kevin again soon. When I return to the pack house, I walk
