One Whole Side of the Rubiks Cube

I wrote the following story more than 20 years ago.  When my daughter, Bethany, told me she was going to sing for seniors at an Assisted Living facility, I looked for this story to show her. The only version I could find was a printed copy and instead of typing the whole thing over, I just scanned the version that I had for now. When I have the time, I’ll tweak the writing and fix the errors, but I have several other projects going on at the moment, so here it is for Bethany now.  I just hope she doesn’t meet a real Mrs. Vandervorst any time soon!