|Jul. 1st, 2012 11:00 am I Should Post This Here|
I posted this earlier to Google+ and Facebook, but I’ll put it here to:
Overnight, probably under the influence of Spider Robinson’s Callahan’s stories, my brain started working on a story:
The son of Ambassador and Mr. Key, Wesley, grew up moving between embassies and consulates as his mother’s career with The State Department grew. By the time he was sixteen, his parents realized he was turning into an unreliable, selfish, person.
So, they sent him to live with some relatives of mine who run a horse farm in Northern California on the site of an old wine cask factory. A couple of years later, the next time they saw him, they were at first surprised at the hard-working, self-reliant young man who they were meeting with, until they realized that it was natural for Wes Key to have matured in the Oakes’ barrel.
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