Thursday, April 27, 2017

Blog 4

Two hours later, the dishes were drying in the rack and the kitchen floor had been mopped until it shone. Griffin had a sudden appreciation for what is must have been like for his mom. The mail, old newspapers, and random auto parts that had covered the dining room table had either been sorted into nest piles on the sideboard, taken out to the burn barrel, or put away in the barn.

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