Gregory and the Ebbetts
We sit here, we watch the sun set over the water. We natter together, my friends and I. We remember the good old days, when Soren was a little girl, her dark little head, her little laugh. She used to play with us, when we were young together. Back then, you know, there weren’t computers and, what do they call them… smart phones. Children just had to make their own fun, and we had a lot of it, oh didn’t we, my friends!
But Soren doesn’t have so much time for us now. She is very busy with her own two little boys. We are enjoying seeing them grow, little busy blondies. So similar to Soren, and yet so different, as in most families, I suppose.
Soren is busy working, too. Her Plumbing Company is still going, because even when there is an epidemic, toilets still overflow. We can feel the pressure sometimes, of her needing to work while the rest of the world is staying home, while the boys