Samson, with his inquiring mind, had got hog butchering down pat and often helped George when he visited with Felicity's grandfather.The same took pla...ce when Felicity went to visit her grandmother, Samson being in attendance there as well. Three years ago we had to explain to both kids the relationship of Sarah and George. We had cautioned them to always show respect and to never ask any questions of their grandparents. If they needed to know anything, they should come ask me, as I was friend. Then one day when I was walking down my street, I was about to pass his house when he was sitting on his porch steps. I walked by him and glanced quickly as I continued walking. After hearing his voice, I stopped in my tracks and built up enough courage to turn around and walk towards him some."Hi," he said, to me."Hi," I answered quietly."I've seen you over there before. My name is Scott." Hi, I'm Annabelle, I live over there." as I pointed to my house."Where you heading to now?" he. They may even be good for you, as they tend to relax you."May I please have a scotch? My nerves are shot. The reason I hate smoking is because my mother smoked her whole life and died of lung cancer, as you know. And cigars are just plain foul smelling. I certainly never imagined that women would ever smoke cigars."Jason, after being summoned, greeted his mother with a kiss and brought her her drink. We ladies blew plumes of smoke skyward and sipped our drinks as Jason was scolded by his mother. When I opened it there was a lady, maybe in her early 30s and a young girl, maybe 10 standing outside my door holding a tray full of cookies. The woman spoke up and said with a big smile, Hi Im Patty and this is my daughter Emily, we live in the next condo over and we wanted to welcome you to the area! She handed me the tray and put out her hand. I accepted the gift and shook her hand. I put out my hand to Emily and commented that she was a very pretty girl. And she was, pigtailed long blond.