When she returned to the villa, her brother, George, was about to take his heavily pregnant wife, Mary Donald, out for a walk. "Sis, we're going shopping. Are you going?" Evelyn shook her head listlessly. "You guys go ahead. How long until the due date?" She touched Mary Donald's big belly. When could she have another lovely baby of her own? Mary Donald smiled, also touching her large stomach. "There's about a week or so left." They were almost at the finish line.
"Well, I'm going to take part in a coffee competition tomorrow, so I'll be on a business trip for two days. George, take good care of Mary!" With the birth so close, they couldn't relax.
George took his wife's hand to head out, complaining discontentedly, "Sis, 'take good care of Mary 'I hear that sentence every day until my ears have grown calluses. I know it!" He wasn't a child; of course he would take good care of his wife!
