“I think Sam is over there ma’am” the younger girl answered Lola as she pointed over to a man sitting by the fire reading a book.
Hearing his name Sam lower’s the book and looks at the new arrivals. “I am Sam Grainfeld, and you are right I’m the owner, operator of this establishment, what can I do for you on this fine morning?” Sam got up slowly, his aging body not responding to his minds commands as quickly as it used to, but he politely bowed his head as soon as he was standing.
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