The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
I was about nineteen.
“That’s me.”
“Who’s the serious man?”
“My father.
Your grandfather.”
“Was he always that serious?”
“He was a serious man.”
“Was he a good grandpa?”
I was about nineteen.
“That’s me.”
“Who’s the serious man?”
“My father.
Your grandfather.”
“Was he always that serious?”
“He was a serious man.”
“Was he a good grandpa?”