Living with Grandpa :: W1nchester
Neither boy looked all that happy as the cab took them out to their Grandpa's old stone house in the middle of nowhere. Not that they didn't like to see their Grandpa - they did, but their parents had died just the other day and the wounds were still fresh.
The youngest of the boys, Jericho, clung to his oldest brother Jacob and whimpered some as they got out of the cab. "I want Daddy..." he whined and held his hand.
Grandpa Jack was waiting in his yard and when his Grandsons showed up, he walked over and pulled them all into a big bear hug. "It's all gonna be alright me lads." he told them and carried all three of them into his house. Now Grandpa Jack was a stern man, but he figured the boys had been through enough and today he'd go easy on them if they decided to act out. "You boys hungry?"
Jerrie sat down on the sofa and wrapped himself up in one of Grandpa's fleece blankets, sniffing some. "Uh huh, I want a sandwich Grandpa." he answered.
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