go barefoot

“I can’t find my sandals,” Perry called. He peered down the steps and looked for an adult. “Uncle Bertram, I need my sandals, so I can go to the beach.”

Bertram’s brows furrowed. “The beach is about a hundred yards from the backdoor,” he said. “Why do you need sandals?”

“Because,” Perry said, his tone one of impatience, “Saphie is out there!” He sighed, rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then, he left to search for his sandals.

Bertram frowned at Keenan and arched an eyebrow. Keenan shrugged. “The pretty girl can’t see him looking unprepared,” he said.

“Be a tough guy,” Bertram called, “forgo the sandals.”

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