Whiskey Whisperings
“What should I expect, when Maxwell gets here?” “Well,” Joshua said, “I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never met him. Truthfully, I’m more worried about my grandfather.” Diana remembered Joshua’s grandfather, a stern and quiet man. She’d only met him once, at their high school graduation. He was reed thin, even in his old age, and his hair was still thick and dark. His face had lines, but they were all age lines. No laugh lines, as far as she could remember. He had dark eyes that were unlike Joshua’s hazel ones or Anna’s light blue ones. The thing she remembered most about him was how he had towered over everyone present. He was one of those people who loomed large even though he was rather slight. “So,” Diana said, remembering the cowboy hat that he had always worn, “how’s his farm?” Joshua
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