Five years later...
Andre Evers stood in front of the summer home near the beach and sighed. He went closer and knocked on the door. A woman opened it. " Hello I have been looking for you," he said sweetly. The woman hesitated. "Mommy the pancakes are gonna end," said a child's voice from inside. "Coming sweetie, "she said while looking at the stranger. Going against her gut she let him in...
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A few weeks later...
Pete Owens looked around the huge ballroom. He sighed. It was a grand party to celebrate the country turning a hundred years old as well as the conglomerate of the Owens family turning fifty. It was good and all but he never had a knack for parties that felt like a warzone."Come on you old man let's have a dance," his wife Marylin said happily. He glanced at her and smiled. "No I don't think I can," he said softly. Despite their fights and constant friction, he actually loved her and, he knew that she loved him.
