Ed’s voice usually starts first, and then from the other room, my voice joins in. His voice, muted through the cracked doorway, blends with mine, as we read different stories together.
Lily is almost three years older than Emmy. Her taste in books right now is different, so Ed is reading Lemony Snicket to her now as I read Little House on the Prairie to Emmy.
Our voices, together, yet not the same.
He ends first. He comes in to kiss Emmy goodnight.
I finish the chapter, put the bookmark in. Then give in to Emmy’s begging to read just 2 more pages.
Kisses all around, covers tucked in, last sips of water given. I turn out the lights.
Good night, Emmy. Good night, Lily.