Iris: Another passionate night

"YOUR UNCLE has gifted us two-week tickets to Burj Al Arab!"

Grandma won't stop talking, running around the room, and packing an entire wardrobe worth of their clothes. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought they were moving out. I can't believe I was panicking for nothing—these guys are about to go on a two-week honeymoon to one of the loveliest hotel in the world.

"Are you sure they're not three? I wanna go too."

"Even if they were three we'd take Iris not you."

"Shut up you old man, I was talking to grandma," Mary retorts, clinging onto Grandma's arms and pouting. "I wanna go too."

"We need to leave Iris in your care," placing the last of her sun hats in the bag, Grandma turns around and clasps Mary's shoulders. "Iris will need someone who'll watch over her while we're away. Can you do that for us?" She's dressed in a white comfy tracksuit, her go-to airplane clothes. Grandpa is wearing a matching black tracksuit.