 For Ern/Silly Willy!
Sean made himself at home in a wicker chair on the patio.
He had the rare talent of almost never feeling out of place or uncomfortable so he usually found himself at home wherever he was. The letter in his hands was from his mother, though his father's name was written on the bottom he knew the old man's signature wasn't nearly this neat. He'd seen his father sign a million things:Birthday cards, Christmas presents, Receipts, Checks, orders for the pub his family owned and it had never looked this neat.
It was a letter for he and his siblings so he'd pass it along to Will and let him do the rest of the legwork. Where was silly Willy anyway?
__________________ BE YOUNG. BE DOPE. BE PROUD.
Like an AMERICAN. |