It was a long 8 hours, but he was finally here. He bravely knocked on the big double wooden door of the expansive, beautiful old French main house on the Waldorf Vineyard.
The door opened.
“Charles, it’s been too long!” Welcomed Harold Waldorf before sweeping his son-in-law into a big くま, クマ hug.
“I couldn’t agree more, Harold,” responded Chuck.
“Can I safely assume you’re here to see my daughter?”
“Yes, あなた can. I believe her and I may have done something very rash.”
“I couldn’t agree more. She’s out in the guest house, hasn’t left it since her and the kids arrived yesterday.”...
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