I’ll see your trice and raise you a quatro.
Stick, you don’t know what you’re missing. It could be fun!
He looks just as unfriendly.
Here I am……and I guess here I’ll stay…
I’m currently in a truce with mine.
Annie, in for the kill.
Good question. I think it was implied that he had something to gain with regards to their inheritance. Maybe we will be rewarded with an epilogue…
Well, thanks for the tip. All the best to Mike.
I remember a different, kinder, gentler time when we knew all our neighbours and it was safe to get things like fresh apples, candied apples, popcorn balls (my grandmother made 250 one year- and ran out!) and all sorts of other home-made goodies. There was even a man on our block who worked for Canada Packers and handed out individually wrapped wieners!
There were 40 houses on our street & we would collect enough loot at one go to half-fill a pillowcase. It got so heavy we would unload at the halfway point and then do the rest. Very few houses had their lights off.