A stream of tears trails down Karen’s cheeks.  “You keep that,” she says.  “We would be honored to have you as our guest, for as long as you like.  We have plenty of room.”

“But I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Oh, dear, you won’t be,” Karen says, standing.  She holds out her hand.  “You can use Samantha’s old room.  Let’s go tell the boys the good news.”