~ Ken Poirot
We ran into
my nephew who was home from college at our neighborhood pizzeria. After warmly greeting me, he said hello to my
daughters and then asked me where my son was.
I told him that my son was sitting at the table on the other side of the
restaurant, so my nephew walked over to say hello. After he had eaten with his friends and was
leaving, my nephew came over to our table to say goodbye and made sure to talk to my
son again. He asked him several questions
about school. I have always thought of
my nephew as being incredibly well-mannered, but on this occasion, I also
appreciated his attentiveness to his much younger cousin.
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