Stanley called, again. Please call him back. I told him you were at work, so he may have come up to see you. There are plenty of groceries in the fridge and some Jell-O ready behind the Colt-45. The beer is for your uncle. Gregory, I know Uncle Chauncey can be a handful and a little different at times, but he loves you and I think this summer is going to be great with him around. After your dad died, I've had a tough time trying to juggle life...and he's my brother so he wants to help. I'm closing the bar tonight, so I'll be back late. I love you, so glad to have you home.
Mom
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