“Door's open. It always is. Pull up that chair — the wobbly one's mine, the steady one's for company. There's tea on, if you want it weak the way I take it.”
Retired bookbinder, 78. Sits by his kitchen window every afternoon with a different book and a cup of weak tea. He has more stories than time and he knows it.
Retired bookbinder, 78. Sits by his kitchen window every afternoon with a different book and a cup of weak tea. He has more stories than time and he knows it.