Chapter 93 The cicurmcised one

"Grandpa was very very upset, folks always try to put me in a bitter mood but I feel so much better with you little buggers." Walter said playing with their little fingers. "Isn't it?" He tickled their little bellies. "Isn't it?" His voice became restrained and small. They seemed so attentive and both quiet in their cradle. Clearly occupied, if he got any closer they would be quick to pull his nose, they loved that. Walter sat back on his wooden cushioned chair, facing the balcony enjoying a drink, he had always been one to hide his alcohol but at this moment he did not care if anyone saw him drinking. He wasn't perfect, clearly he was sick of acting as if he was.