“Gosh, Dad, Ted’s and Monica’s hearts would be broken.”
Tom Brewster stood up. He went to the door without replying. When he opened it, his two younger children swarmed all over him.
“That call from Honolulu? What was it about?” Ted asked.
“Tell us, tell us!” chirped Monica.
Mrs. Brewster had entered the room. She looked at her husband questioningly.
The twins looked at their father. He ruffled Ted’s hair and patted Monica on the cheek.
“We’re still going, aren’t we?” Monica said in a small, hopeful voice.
“I guess.... Yes, we sure are.”
Squeals of delight filled the air. But Mrs. Brewster, reading the expression on her husband’s face, knew that the trip was no longer just a pleasure jaunt for him.