Hello Grandpa
What do you like about him? Her father asked.
He’s got a great smile, she said, sheepishly.
There was a giggle too, a tiny one.
He seems like a knucklehead to me, a dunce.
You have to get to know him, she told him.
I will try, he lied.
He had already seen enough of this guy.
a know-nothing, do-nothing.
he was not tolerable until their first child was born.
In one instant, he was brilliant.
Hello Grandpa
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