That night, Yvonne gently opened the door to Elvin's room. Britney and Elvin were quietly reading on the rug.

She gently treaded over, but Britney noticed her. "Aunt Yvonne!"

Yvonne smiled uncontrollably when she saw Britney beaming at her. "Am I disturbing you two?"

Britney shook her head. "No."

Then, she raised the illustration children's book in her hand. "El won't read me a story. Will you? Could you read me a story, Aunt Yvonne?"

"Okay." Yvonne went up to Britney and took the book fro