Only a mild case of Stephen King Mouth this time around in part because the book was short and in part because the kids stintingly (always feel uncomfortable using the word niggardly) allowed me maybe fifteen minutes a day to read in peace. Thirty minutes tops (thank you, Regular Show).
I thought about how to begin.
“Do you know stories that start, ‘Once upon a bye, before your grandfather’s grandfather was born’?”
“They all start that way. At least, the ones my da’ told me. Before he said I was too old for stories.”
“A person’s never too old for stories, Bill. Man and boy, girl and woman, never too old. We live for them.”
“Do you say so?”