One small bedroom which contained two double beds, two dressers, and a very narrow walk isle from one point to the other. I remember it well. As the ceiling light was turned off, our talk would grow very quiet so as not to let mom and dad hear us talking . We would quietly check amoung us who's turn it was for a wonderful, soothing back rub. The rubber would climb under the covers with the sister who's turn it was and begin . As we would lay there, giggles would soon be heard coming from down the hallway for a short while and come to a stop and all would go quiet in the Smith household. A closeness amoung us girls grew in that small bedroom that would continue into our adult years. I love my sisters very much and also realize the three of us should have actually been triplets. Only one year between us but now many miles have come between us and our family homes. Jeannie and Colleen you are loved. The miles are long but the love in our hearts are just the same as it was back in our small bedroom on Naylor Street.