Sitting on the couch was this woman he had never seen before with a kid on the floor in front of her playing with Franky’s Little People’s garage.
“Franky, this is Jan and her son Milton.”
“Franky kept his eyes on Milton. He was playing with Franky’s toys. There was something about Milton that Franky couldn’t quite place. He knew he had never met Milton before, but he knew Milton. Milton was his friend. Franky couldn’t figure out how this could be. He was put down on the floor next to Milton.
“Hi Franky,” Milton said with a big smile on his face.
“Hi” Franky hesitantly replied. Milton was a big kid. He was much older than Franky, six, maybe seven years old. They started playing together. Franky somehow knew Milton, he couldn’t get this thought out of his mind.