Charlie gazed at the family pictures lovingly placed on the old beat-up wooden table in the family room of the farmhouse outside the city. Among the framed photos there was a small red-haired girl being pulled on a sled, a smiling family of three cradling a new baby, a bride and groom in front of a castle, even some photos that included him, he was touched to see. He gently caressed the table and considered its significance. How Luke managed to get that table shipped from Sardinia is beyond me, he thought to himself.
Delicious dinner aromas emanated from the kitchen, as did the cheery sounds of small children chattering and playing. He turned from the old table and headed in that direction. Hey, Charlie, Bella smiled at him as he entered the kitchen. Are you settled?
Im here for a night, what kind of settled do I need to be? he grumped, but he smiled as he did.