Brad went back to the bar and put the bottle on the counter and went over to his recliner and sat down and tuned the television to cover the celebrati...ns. The girls were chattering like little preteens and they came over and sat on the floor in front of the television. He finished the George Dickel and water and went to the bar and fixed another. To save trips his glass was full this time.Brad went into the bathroom to release some of the water that he had just drunk. He washed his face and. It was open so I walked in. I could hear him playing guitar upstairs and singing. With a sigh, I walked up. I softly knocked on his door and said, ‘Damian, can I come in?’ ‘Belle?’ I walked in. ‘Hi…’ he whispered. ‘Hey.’ I replied. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled six-pack. ‘Where are your mom and dad?’ ‘Anniversary… They’re at a hotel.’ ‘Oh…’ I caught him staring at my chest too. ‘Belle what are you doing here? You said we were taking a break.’ I. We took my truck. I was hoping the Leader Home Center had a door in stock that would fit the downstairs bedroom. I would bring it home with me.We went into the municipal center and went down the hall to the Lister's Office where the property records were. Inside the door, there was a large book of maps showing every listed property in town. I looked up the map that showed the area where my property was located. There it was, property of Robert Kinsman, 10.1 surveyed acres.The other property I. What had gotten into his father? He'd never done orsaid anything like this before. What could've...He paused. It couldn't have been... no way.He slowly followed his mother-garbed-father into the house. Stan hummedto himself as he brushed a baking tray of chocolate-chip cookies onto aplate. Glancing over at his son, Stan smiled and gestured to them."Well? Dig in! Hurry while they're still warm!" Um... thanks..." Ted hesitantly took one. Sure enough, it still feltwarm in his fingers. He looked.