I liked this guy.I chuckled.“It will cost you,” I replied. “Two beers.”“Are you old enough to drink?” he asked.“I just turned twenty one...a few months ago, thank you,” I replied.He pulled two beers from the package and sat them on the counter-top. I scribbled my cell number on the back of the receipt and handed it to him. He shoved the receipt into his pocket without even looking at it.“Halletsville Six,” he said as he grabbed his stuff and darted out the door. I watched as he got into his. They suggested we go home as nothing could be done that night, which we did. Weeks past, dad finally came home and convalescing for a few weeks before restarting work as a driver of a van delivering building and plumbing parts, mostly small items luckily. In all outward respects he was the same old dad, still capable of a day`s work and looking fit if a little older. Each day he rode that newly re tanked bike the 7 miles to work each day, we, living in the sticks with an old detached cottage. Caitlyn slinked up next to me and tentatively took mine. Her tail wrapped itself around my additional arms, as if claiming me. I was a little uncomfortable with this at first but made myself relax. Eventually we got into the pedestrianised bits of town and walked four abreast, Shaun taking a grip on my other side.As we made our way through the centre of town to a nearby coffee shop the four of us attracted quite a few stares.Once inside Shaun took our orders and the three of us girls retired to. Oh boy. Along the top of the front counter lined up some two dozen brown bags contents unknown. I assumed those were the infamous grab bags. Patrons bet money, anything from a penny to a dollar, for day old donuts. Like a box of chocolates, you never knew what you were gonna get. The only grab bag I was familiar with were the kind at parish picnics run by grandmas and spinsters who filled them with cheap drugstore toys and crocheted pot holders. ‘Why is it Sprite’s Delights?’ I asked pulling.