The clouds coming in,children crying,usually families like that are unhappy aren't they ,not mine still I got up from the kitchen table and
excuse myself,'Gas,' I told everyone rubbing my stomach.' Your getting old dad,'laughed my eldest son Robert one of three sons I had and a daughter so I walked outside to see which direction those clouds were heading,here they come I look up,then I turned,' Robert come here I'm outside,we g.ot a storm coming we need to get the house ready.' He came outside and we started toward the shed I opened the door and reach for a shovel before he could react I hit Robert with it and he fell,then I put him in a trash bag and can and went back inside.' Call me old Robert will you.' end.
