Chapter 55
When asked a question of import, he invariably thought before speaking. Regulars in the restaurant learned to respect his opinions, though he offered them infrequently. Miles had already given the editor of the weekly newspaper ideas for op-ed pieces for the next two month. About six feet tall and heavily built, there was power in his shoulders and chest. He walked as lightly as a cat, the two women thought. He'd come up behind each of them more than once without them having seen him or heard him but he always apologized at their surprised yelps, embarrassed at having startled them. He never seemed to hurry, but when the younger waitress slipped on a dropped butter packet, Miles' right hand streaked to her upper arm to support her while she regained her footing. When a napkin-wrapped set
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