“Gramps,” Sam said, voice thick. “You asked when is summer months?”
Sam walked past him, touched the yellowed paper. He tapped June 1st. Then July 4th. Then August 31st. when is summer months
Sam turned and wrapped his arms around the old man. “Right now, Gramps. Summer is right now.” “Gramps,” Sam said, voice thick
“Gramps, when is summer months?” Sam had lisped. ” Sam said
The old, dusty calendar hung on the nail in the shed, its edges curled from humidity and neglect. Every day, Leo would shuffle out here, run a finger over the dates, and ask the same question.
Leo nodded, tears spilling down the furrows of his cheeks.
“When is summer months?”