Hole Nine Yards

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were asleep so he tiptoed past their bedroom to the stairs He was heading down when an old man’s voice stopped him in his tracks Where ya headed whippersnapper Grandpa Henry whispered Michael jumped He was surprised that Grandpa was awake this late I’m working on a project Grandpa Michael explained He showed him the pieces of the telescope Hmmm Grandpa Henry was eighty years old with wild gray hair and a lot of wrinkles He was Michael’s dad’s dad and everyone who lived on Shaker Street called him Grandpa When Grandpa retired he gave his old toolshed in the backyard to Michael Now it was a clubhouse where Michael and his two best friends could create new things They called it the Maker Shack Want some help Grandpa Henry asked Michael knew that Grandpa could fix up the telescope in minutes Truthfully he’d probably make it even better But that wasn’t what Michael wanted He was determined to solve this on his own I’ll figure it out Michael told him You’re just like me when I was your age Grandpa said with a chuckle Well whippersnapper come on upstairs I’ll give you a quiet place to think Grandpa pointed to the narrow steps at the end of the hallway At the top of Michael’s purple-painted Victorian house was a tower room with windows facing every direction Grandpa Henry lived in that tower Come along Grandpa said I’ll share my snack He was carrying a small plate piled with cookies Clearly he’d been sneaking back from the kitchen when he’d found Michael Yum Michael said Thanks He followed Grandpa up the stairs They sat in two super comfy overstuffed chairs that faced a big window Grandpa