The old man slowly placed the phone back in its cradle and turned to his wife, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, arms folded and trying very hard not to laugh.
“Well,” he said with a grin, “that takes care of Emily.”
His wife raised an eyebrow. “And?”
He held up two fingers triumphantly. “Both kids will be here by tomorrow night.”
She shook her head, laughing now. “You are absolutely impossible.”
“Efficient,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”
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