Santaangelo Circle
Middletown, Connecticut
Jonathan's Mother: Feels good to be home!
Jonathan: Yup.
Jonathan's Father: We might be going to Tennessee for Christmas.
Jonathan: Okay. *hears a knock on the door*
Jonathan's Mother: Go see who it is.
Jonathan: *opens the door, seeing an old man, with grey hair, thick mustache, and long beard that touches the ground*
Old Man: Hey, sonny, how are ya?
Jonathan: Do I know you?
Old Man: Got a jar of spaghetti sauce?
Jonathan: No.
Old Man: What about some chocolate milk? *walks inside*
Jonathan: Get out!!!
Old Man: *opens the fridge, and looks around*
Jonathan's Mother: *hits the old man with a broom* Get!!! You don't belong here! Scat!
Old Man: Okay, I'm going!!! *leaves*
Jonathan's Mother: Don't let anyone you don't know inside the house again! You hear me?!
Jonathan: Sorry. *rolls his eyes*
This story was written on Sunday, November 26th, 2023.
A/N Jonathan is now back from VA! Glad he had a safe trip back home! Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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