Chapter 1
"It's me, Theodore "The Beaver" Cleaver. Except for a short time when I was married, I've always lived in Mayfield. Times sure have changed. My son, Oliver lives in Upstate New York with his wife and two daughters. My oldest son, Kip also still lives in Mayfield, now divorced. Kip's son, my grandson, Kyle, is 26-years and also lives in Mayfield with his two children, my great-grandchildren, 10-year-old Kevin and 7-year-old Kylie. I'm still living in my childhood home, which I inherited when my mother passed away. This is the story of "The Cleavers".
Beaver and Kyle walked around the neighborhood.
"How much longer?" Beaver asked. "We've been walking for an hour."
"We've only been walking for five minutes," Kyle said. "Besides, if you really want to participate in a three-mile walk, you have to actually walk."
"The walk isn't for another three months," Beaver said.
"That gives us plenty of time to get into shape," Kyle said.
Neddie ran over to them.
"Wait up, guys," Neddie said. "I want to train with you."
"No," Beaver said.
"Okay," Kyle said.
"Isn't this going to be great?" Neddie asked. "Me, my best friend, and my best friend's grandfather all walking in a three-mile walk together."
"You can't walk with us, Neddie," Beaver said.
"Yes, he can," Kyle said. "Now stop being so rude."
"He's a Haskell," Beaver said.
"I'm not like my dad or grandfather," Neddie said. "By the way, I have these awesome digital watches that I totally got legally."
"You're not helping your case," Kyle said.
"If you're going to walk with us, Neddie," Beaver said, "you can't try to sell me stuff."
"Okay," Neddie said.
"Crosswalk," Kyle said.
Beaver, Kyle, and Neddie stopped at the crosswalk. Once they stopped, they saw a familiar face on the other side of the street.
"Gia?" Kyle asked.
Gia looked at Kyle and walked across the street.
"Hey, Kyle," Gia said. "How are our kids?"