better, but the doctors told me that the cancer is stage four and she doesn’t have much time left. She… she refuses treatment.” Both Luca and Elana gasped simultaneously. “What?! Why? Doesn’t she want to get better?” Mr. Whelk gripped their hands a little tighter, speaking soft and slow to calm them. “Kids, she’s old. The treatment would be intense, and Mrs. Whelk doesn’t want to go through the agony that goes with it. It’s hard to accept. Trust me, I know. I want her here more than anything. But, it’s her choice, kids.” Lips trembling as he coped with the circumstances, Mr. Whelk swallowed his sadness and added, “There’s… one last thing that I know she would want. More than anything.” “What is it?” both kids asked, willing to put their own lives on the line to save the kind old woman who had loved them in ways neither of their mothers had a chance to. “We’ll do anything.” *** Two weeks later, on Christmas day, Mr. Whelk packed up the station wagon with a wheelchair, oxygen tank, and blankets. They helped the frail old woman into the back of the car and headed into the city. For hours, the elderly couple held each other tight, watching Elana and Luca ice-skate in the gigantic rink at Rockefeller Center. This place was very special to them; it was the very place where their relationship began over fifty years ago to the day. “I wanted to see them happy one more time,” Mrs. Whelk whispered to her husband. “Promise me you will take care of them when I’m gone.” “I promise,” the old man sobbed, holding his wife’s hand. “I’ll do my best, promise.” He bent down to adjust the blankets on his wife’s lap to hide his tears.