My Grandma had died from snuff two years back. Her lip had been eaten away by cancer, and what it didn’t finish, the doctors picked over so much tha...t when she died, she looked like she didn’t have no mouth at all. The men at the funeral home had tried to help. They built her a new mouth out of whatever it is funeral homes build new mouths out of. They even curled her lips up, gave her a little smile. My crying had bordered on the hysterical. ‘What’s wrong with her? What’s wrong with her mouth?’. Despite the noise of the music he spotted them on the far side of the clearing. The clearing seemed to be larger than it had been, even if the circle of stones appeared to be in the same place as before. He froze when he looked carefully at them.The musicians had instruments he recognized, even if some of them did not look quite right. There were fiddles and viols and a couple of instruments the musicians blew into. He didn’t recognize them. The tunes were old ones, most of them, although from. “I think everything here needs to be redone, from top to bottom”“This is what we have in mind, and you two could help us on what to do and how to do”, pointed Sam.“You are right, darling. I am still unsure, but I think I can take the challenge. How about you, Paulie?”“Challenges? You know how much I *LOVE* challenges!”“Guess you are accepting our offer to work with us…”, Victor commented,“I have a feeling we are all going to get along good there and be very successful”, smiled the blackhaired. I'd gotten in the habit of wearing just one of daddy's t-shirts to bed just to feel close to him.I quietly crawled out of my bed and made my way to daddy's room. I opened the door and saw daddy lying on his back. I thought daddy was asleep until I heard him quietly ask me what was wrong. I crawled into daddy's bed, snuggling up tight against him as he pulled the blankets back over me. I laid my head on daddy's shoulder put my hand on his chest, rubbing it, feeling the coarse hair of his chest.