\"Hello,\" I stated as I hopped through the door to my grandparent\'s home without even a knock. My grandma looked up from the book she was reading in her cozy corner chair, \"Well, hello there\"
\"Where is grandpa?\" I asked as I leaned down to brush my lips across the soft wrinkled cheek of my elderly grandma.
\"Who\'s there?\" a familiar deep, rough voice sounded from the next room.
Smiling I skipped through the kitchen and into a long dimly lit room filled with bookcases, couches, a dining room table and a grand piano. My grandpa, across the room, was surrounded by music stands and piles of sheet music. His trusty violin was in one hand and the long wooden bow with the horse hair strings, that I was always warned never to touch, was in the other.
As I walked toward the figure across the room, I noticed his full head of snowy white hair glowing in the dark room. Over his short stocky body hung a green dress shirt and a fuzzy cardigan sweater. He wore slacks held up......
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