What's more, he was informed he had his granddad's hands, and his psyche for business. Yet, how did a memory go down through the blood?
He played with the thought as he kept on filtering the room. It didn't seem obvious him that he looked more the neighborhood than the traveler as he stayed there in his work garments, his dim fair hair disheveled from the morning's work. He had a limited, rawboned face that would put most in see any problems of a hero, or maybe a researcher, as opposed to a money manager. The lady he'd almost hitched had said it hoped to be sharpened and etched by some wild virtuoso. The slightest of scars damaged his jawline, an aftereffect of a tempest of flying glass during a twister in Houston, and added to the general impression of strength. It was a face that seldom
