Our Little Pink House

“Well, Papa, what’s the story?”  She could read him like a book.  And, he sure knew it. 

“Mama you’re not going to believe it, but I’ll tell ya anyway. “  He sat down at the table and pulled toward him a cup of hot coffee, he took a sip, and said, “You know that I’m gon’na paint the barn and house this week end.”  She nodded her head.  “Well, Mama... I just had an ‘idea’... and she smiled!

 

 

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