Today, the shed door creaked open. Not Leo. A young man in a crisp uniform, duffel bag over his shoulder, a familiar gap-toothed smile. Sam.
“Gramps, when is summer months?” Sam had lisped. when is summer months
Sam walked past him, touched the yellowed paper. He tapped June 1st. Then July 4th. Then August 31st. Today, the shed door creaked open
“When is summer months?”