For some unknown reason, Caz kept singing the same three lines of George Michael's Careless Whispher, over and over and over at dinner tonight. I have no idea how he even knows the song. Completely random.
While we were eating dinner, Caz's friends came to the front door. Beast and AD had walked over from the other neighborhood, as usual. They came in and sat at the dinner table while we finished eating. They both politely declined repeated invitation to eat with us. I had a really nice conversation with them. We covered Beast's current lifeguard job, his desire to be an EMT and Fire Fighter, and his recent tattoo. We talked about AD's sister, her health problems, her emotional problems and his attempts to help her. When Caz ready to leave, they both got up, shook my hand and commented that it was a great talk. Quite an evening.
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