The Beginning. . .Not The End. My friends, this is a new section. Enjoy something diferent. Instant Grandpa. Enjoy every word, my friends. Chapter 1 “Who’s taking care of you, little girl?” a deep male said. I hurried across the hot sand where my granddaughter, age five, sat on a blanket smiling widely at a gray haired man with two little boys in tow. The small ice chest I carried bumped against my leg the stranger collected small kids for evil purpose. My little Patti seemed fine.

One thought on “The Beginning. . .Not The End. My friends, this is a new section. Enjoy something diferent. Instant Grandpa. Enjoy every word, my friends. Chapter 1 “Who’s taking care of you, little girl?” a deep male said. I hurried across the hot sand where my granddaughter, age five, sat on a blanket smiling widely at a gray haired man with two little boys in tow. The small ice chest I carried bumped against my leg the stranger collected small kids for evil purpose. My little Patti seemed fine.

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