“QUIET! I can’t concentrate.” Wielding the BLUNT putty knife, like a weapon, I wave it in my sister’s face. “Go away. Mom promised me we could go to the pub for some STOUT and burgers once I finished with the GROUT around the tub.” My little sister stopped her mindless chatter just long enough to say “Can I go? Will you play checkers with me? Will you teach me how to play darts?” “Yes. Now go away so I can finish.” Looking at her cheerful retreat and hearing her excited calling to Mom, I had to admit being home for spring break had its advantages. I just won’t be posting any pictures of my grubby self standing – alone – in the bathtub to go alongside my friends’ photos of Florida beaches.

Georg’ann

GRAIN by grain, the shore experience unites
bonds our GROUP like GROUT

Heather