Chapter 36: ForgivenessWalter Andresen was in his brown upholstered recliner watching Barney Miller on television. He enjoyed the antics of the cast and there was enough realism to hold his interest. His head jerked up when through the window he saw headlights turn up his lane. It would be “the girls and the boy” as he called Brianna, her two daughters, and his grandson William Walter.
He stood. At least he didn't need a cane at eighty-three. His mother had lived to be ninety-seven. Brianna hadn't explained why they were coming except to say, “There's nothing at the lodge until next weekend. We'll make the trip there to see you and drive back.”
That hadn't made sense. Why spend all that money on gas if they weren't going to stay? Maybe Willy, no Will, (as he liked to be called now) would
