It's the perfect welcome home. Turkey from a hunt mixed in a salad and placed between two slices of wheat bread. His house is ready to greet another girl, but it sure is quiet with all of the other ones gone.
I cross the road, and he pulls up.
Later the kid calls, and we talk to him on speakerphone.
It's about the blizzard.
Today I am also grateful for a kid and a story and how he can still laugh with my brother in my home.
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