Patti said, “You’re a grandaddy so where’s my grandaddy, Granny?
I knew where he was; in an urn in the white stone bench in the back of the house facing the ocean.
Instead I said ,”he is in heaven, sweetheart.” Ralph to the rescue, “Let’s go to the beach.”
I selected a swimsuit, not black, grabbed a cut rag from a slip and needles and thread to make a tail for the nice man’s kite.
He held his tattered kite with loving care knowing it would soon soar over the beach with a new tail. I pictured us. . .Stop it; you just met but what a great story this would make.Senior woman meets senior man by chance while on vacation. My publisher waited for a new story and I’m living one
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