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to the twin girls, their eyes fixed to the TV.
“Yes,” Sabrina said.
“Yes,” Sierra said. Their eyes never left the screen. Isaac went around, making sure everything was ready, and then turned to look at the bed that Carrie was asleep in.
“Do you think she would mind if I slept with her?” Isaac asked his gaze steady on Carrie. The girls both looked at him, and then they looked over to their mother. Sierra, who was next to the wall, had to sit forward to see past her sister.
“She loves you. She wouldn’t mind,” Sabrina said.
“How would she know?” Sierra said.
“Well, I guess you’re right,” Isaac said, walking toward the spot on the bed next to Carrie and settled down. “Turn the TV off, girls.”
“Oh, Isaac,” the girls said at the same time.
“Girls, you know your mother wouldn’t want you to watch TV in bed,” Isaac said, looking at the girls in the next bed.
“You’re right,” Sabrina said, turning off the TV and settled into bed next to her sister.
Isaac lay on his side looking at Carrie’s face. She was facing him. He remembered everything about their life, everything from when he first saw her to the many adventures that they ever went on. He even thought of their wedding day and the last time she told him she loved him. Tears were flowing down his face. He didn’t want the girls to know that he was crying, so he wiped his face off with the blanket and turned over so he wouldn’t be able to see her.
Chapter 10
I saac had barely gotten the door opened when Sabrina pushed past him, dropped her stuff just inside the door, and ran for her bedroom. Sierra dropped her stuff in the same spot then went to turn on the TV and sit on the couch. “Girls, take your stuff to your room,” Isaac said. He had never had to order the girls to do anything before—that was always Carrie’s job—but since she didn’t remember anything, he thought that he should take the role.
Carrie walked into the apartment. Her first sight was the desk that had a computer. It was full of paper and notebooks stacked into two piles next to the monitor. Above the monitor were two shelves that were stacked with more notebooks and some poetry books. She didn’t recognize the mess on the desk, but her realization was she was really a writer, like Isaac had told her. She turned her head to search for Isaac, who was standing beside her, staring at the desk. When she found him, she looked up to his eyes. “I guess I am a writer, aren’t I?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, you are,” Isaac told her. “I’m going down to get the mail. I’ll be right back.” He walked out the door and shut the door behind him.
Carrie looked around the room. It was a gallery of pictures. She looked down to the girl sitting on the couch. She walked over and sat next to her. Sierra looked at her mother and smiled then turned her eyes back to the TV.
“What is your name?” Carrie asked.
“I’m Sierra,” she told her mom.
“Sierra,” Carrie repeated. “Are you the oldest?” she asked.
“No, I’m younger by five minutes,” Sierra said, her eyes still fixed to the TV.
“Isaac said you are in summer school for music or art?” Carrie asked.
“Yes,” Sierra said, looking at her mom.
“What do you do?” Carrie asked, but before Sierra answered, a noise came from somewhere in the apartment. Carrie turned to look in the direction of where the noise came from then turned back to Sierra for reassurance.
“Oh, not again,” Sierra said, putting her hands up to her ears. “I’m so tired of hearing that song. The smoke on the water has gone away now, Sabrina!” Sierra yelled at her sister, who was still in her room.
“What is that?” Carrie asked, looking around the apartment again. Sierra lowered her hands.
“Sabrina plays the guitar. She wants to be a rock star when she grows up. That is what she does at school, and that song, ‘Smoke on the Water,’ is her favorite song. I’m getting so
“Yes,” Sabrina said.
“Yes,” Sierra said. Their eyes never left the screen. Isaac went around, making sure everything was ready, and then turned to look at the bed that Carrie was asleep in.
“Do you think she would mind if I slept with her?” Isaac asked his gaze steady on Carrie. The girls both looked at him, and then they looked over to their mother. Sierra, who was next to the wall, had to sit forward to see past her sister.
“She loves you. She wouldn’t mind,” Sabrina said.
“How would she know?” Sierra said.
“Well, I guess you’re right,” Isaac said, walking toward the spot on the bed next to Carrie and settled down. “Turn the TV off, girls.”
“Oh, Isaac,” the girls said at the same time.
“Girls, you know your mother wouldn’t want you to watch TV in bed,” Isaac said, looking at the girls in the next bed.
“You’re right,” Sabrina said, turning off the TV and settled into bed next to her sister.
Isaac lay on his side looking at Carrie’s face. She was facing him. He remembered everything about their life, everything from when he first saw her to the many adventures that they ever went on. He even thought of their wedding day and the last time she told him she loved him. Tears were flowing down his face. He didn’t want the girls to know that he was crying, so he wiped his face off with the blanket and turned over so he wouldn’t be able to see her.
Chapter 10
I saac had barely gotten the door opened when Sabrina pushed past him, dropped her stuff just inside the door, and ran for her bedroom. Sierra dropped her stuff in the same spot then went to turn on the TV and sit on the couch. “Girls, take your stuff to your room,” Isaac said. He had never had to order the girls to do anything before—that was always Carrie’s job—but since she didn’t remember anything, he thought that he should take the role.
Carrie walked into the apartment. Her first sight was the desk that had a computer. It was full of paper and notebooks stacked into two piles next to the monitor. Above the monitor were two shelves that were stacked with more notebooks and some poetry books. She didn’t recognize the mess on the desk, but her realization was she was really a writer, like Isaac had told her. She turned her head to search for Isaac, who was standing beside her, staring at the desk. When she found him, she looked up to his eyes. “I guess I am a writer, aren’t I?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, you are,” Isaac told her. “I’m going down to get the mail. I’ll be right back.” He walked out the door and shut the door behind him.
Carrie looked around the room. It was a gallery of pictures. She looked down to the girl sitting on the couch. She walked over and sat next to her. Sierra looked at her mother and smiled then turned her eyes back to the TV.
“What is your name?” Carrie asked.
“I’m Sierra,” she told her mom.
“Sierra,” Carrie repeated. “Are you the oldest?” she asked.
“No, I’m younger by five minutes,” Sierra said, her eyes still fixed to the TV.
“Isaac said you are in summer school for music or art?” Carrie asked.
“Yes,” Sierra said, looking at her mom.
“What do you do?” Carrie asked, but before Sierra answered, a noise came from somewhere in the apartment. Carrie turned to look in the direction of where the noise came from then turned back to Sierra for reassurance.
“Oh, not again,” Sierra said, putting her hands up to her ears. “I’m so tired of hearing that song. The smoke on the water has gone away now, Sabrina!” Sierra yelled at her sister, who was still in her room.
“What is that?” Carrie asked, looking around the apartment again. Sierra lowered her hands.
“Sabrina plays the guitar. She wants to be a rock star when she grows up. That is what she does at school, and that song, ‘Smoke on the Water,’ is her favorite song. I’m getting so
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