CHAPTER 12: Terry
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“We need more sand,” said Peter.
“We do.” Terry grabbed a bucket. He’d been playing with the kids for a while now. He was sandy and wet and enjoying every minute. Children grew up so fast and soon they wanted nothing to do with their parents. Like his kids. He hadn’t seen either Denver or Ava in a long time. He talked to them regularly but that wasn’t the same as seeing them.
“Me. I get sand,” said Davy.
“Yep, you’re a great sand getter.” He handed him a bucket. The kid already had two shovels.
“K.” Davy toddled a few feet away and began shoveling dirt into the bucket.
Terry grinned as more sand fell from the shovel than made it into the container, but the baby was happy and that was all that mattered. He turned back to the other two. “I think this castle
