In the spring there are vestiges of winter, yet also the promise of warm summer days ahead. In the brilliant sun rays of spring, the wind had lost its bite, it had become ambient, congenial, blowing branches and tousling the hair of Asgardians - but no longer stealing their warmth.
Sandy Starks had glossy skin. Angelic, beauteous and captivating.
Kristyn's head kept darting from her to her son and back at the breakfast table. He looked mostly like his Dad but he carried his mother's soft blue eyes. Everything about Sandy was perfect except the fact that she was using a wheelchair.
"I don't really expect anything from you Kristyn just take care of Horace for me and of course I want..."
Kristyn watched Sandy chew slowly on the egg topping the sweet potato hash waffles. She was so elegant. It made Kristyn a little bit self-conscious about her table manners in front of her.
"...lots and lots of grandchildren..."
