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The sound of the screen door being opened caught Freeman attention. He turned around and saw Frank Peterson stepping outside onto the porch with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Did you get to visit with them?” Peterson asked.
Freeman nodded with a smile on his face. “It was a good visit.”
Peterson leaned against the railing beside his friend and watched the gulls diving for morsels of food.
“I’m glad,” he said.
The End