“Uncle.. Bel?” Phoebie knocked on the door to her Aunt Emma's room. The twins had been crying for a good twenty minutes or more, and she was concerned. The room was dark, but she could just see Bel's outline against the window as he raised his head from his hands to look at her. For a moment, slitted pupils looked at her from the darkness and she squeaked, backing up swiftly into R, who steadied her.
“What is it Phoebie?” Bel's voice was harsh, barely more than a croak.
“Would you like us to take care of the twins for you?” She stumbled over the words quickly, and his body jerked in surprise like he had just noted them crying.
“Oh.. yes.. that would be.. please..” Bel mumbled. Phoebie rushed into the room and swiftly grabbed up one of the twin girls, R following behind her to re
