Albin smiled shyly, yet with the slightest flicker of disappointment, that this twist was so predictable.
“Lorne worked in the transportation end, unloading raw materials in the morning, loading up finished product in the afternoon, which is how I got to talking to him. He was at least six feet three, or maybe four, so he was hard to miss, plus he had red hair the color of copper wire, and a pointy beard to match, like Paul Bunyan. He was ten years my senior, with enough mileage on him to recognize a kindred spirit and how my face lit up when he paid attention to me. It was like I’d been picked as teacher’s pet. Were you ever a teacher’s pet? It was nice to finally be someone’s favorite. Lorne showed interest in my accident and wanted to know all about it. He told me my father should have
