“I’m so tired,” Wanda said, stretching her arms.
Peter nodded as he braked for a light. “We’re almost there,” he said. They’d driven all night, sleeping in shifts, trying to get home for the holidays.
She turned and looked into the back seat. “I hate to wake the girls up.”
“Let your mother wake them.”
“They’ll all enjoy that.” Wanda rubbed her eyes. “I feel like I could sleep forever.”
“You can take a nap when we get there.”
She nodded, then leaned forward. “Oh, look, Aunt Sandra is already here.”
As they pulled into the driveway, her mother and aunt hurried out the door. Thirty minutes later Wanda was wide awake, sitting at the kitchen table holding one child while her mother held the other. Aunt Sandra bustled around making hot chocolate. They were all talking at once. Peter was sound asleep in the guest room.
Copyright © 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson