”The days of summer just flew by. Before he knew it, the Labor Day weekend was approaching and what to do seem like a no-brainer. He placed a phone ...all and when it was answered he heard: “This is Stacy, how may I help you?”“This is Paul Leonard, and I was hoping that we could get together this coming weekend if you don’t have any plans.”“If you want to join me for a barbecue at my brother’s house this weekend you are welcome to come. It’s not a big thing, just some family and a few. I have a small chemical set on a shelf beside my bed. That and a desk. Yeah, it isn't much, but thanks to college tuition, my ass is on the ramen noodle diet. Anyway, when I walked into my "lab", I saw my friend Wendy there waiting for me. In classic Wendy fashion, she was making a beeline for the single most dangerous thing I posessed. "For the love of God, don't touch that!" I shouted, running toward her. She was reaching for a vial of purple liquid on my desk. "Do you have any idea what...". We had a nice visit with the two of them before Dad and I left for Portsmouth to meet our first craftsman, Peter Martens, a sail maker. Greta gave me a kiss and told me not to worry, they'd take good care of Grandma Kendall and see her home safely. GRandma had been insistent that I NOT touch her friend Emily."I can't convince her to come with me, and she would wind up left alone here, a helpless old woman with a kind heart and nothing else." Grandma had said, then leaned in to confess, "When I. Each time she saw his lovely, handsome face in the window she felt a little warmer and new again. Yet, soon the songs of other weren’t enough, so for the first time she began to compose music of her own. As the graceful fibers of her bow caressed the violin’s strings, she played songs about her mysterious nighttime companion. She would watch him writing furiously by the flicker of a single candle, night after night. At first she thought dreamily that perhaps he was writing love letters to a.