29 - The Lucky Traveler
Josh paused. He felt Rob’s attentive eyes locked on him.
Opening himself entailed a risk. Was he ready to take that step? He rolled back his sleeves, exposing the marvelous dragon designs he had had made in New-York while he worked up the restaurant ladder from cook to chef, hidden from everyone under his white uniforms.
Only here had he dared showing them in public. His grandfather would have been proud of the Maori black and blue ink design. The tattoo artist had been a Navajo man who was well-read in many cultures. He only regretted having sacrificed his wealth of hair when he quit the big city. For nothing, it seems, since the family had retraced him here. Grandpa would never recognize me.
He stared at the twisted oak tree standing a dozen of paces from him.
