Chapter 1208 Family Vacation:>4

It was my Dad. He'd already made it upstairs. We all followed his voice and saw him staring, forlornly, into one of the bedrooms. It was a small room, painted seashell pink, with two lacquer-framed twin beds. He looked at all of us, exasperated, as if the tragedy of this was self-evident. "On the website, they said it was two beds for four kids," Dad said, "I didn't realize they meant it would be in the same room."