Elena
"How was the beach, girls?" Dad is reclined in his favorite chair, watching the news when Rachel and I come barreling through the door.
It appears he is getting paler. This job may be safer, but it seems to be taking a toll on him. Maybe he just needs a good night's sleep?
"Good," Rachel and I say in unison as she pulls me to my room, giggling like pre-teens on a mission.
Just before we close my door, I hear my dad chuckle from our girlie behavior. At least his spirits are up.
Once in the room, I turn around and face a pink-faced Rachel. "What's gotten into you?" I ask with a small laugh.
"Paul," she smiles wide.
I gasp, "No."
Rachel swats my arm. "No, not like that," she laughs. "You dirty bird. I just - he's constantly in my mind. I like him so much. Thank you for introduc
