Chapter Four
Travis Lewis was the oldest person I’d ever seen.
He had wispy, white hair, but it didn’t look like it had fallen out in patches as some illness took over his body. It was more like his hair had worn away on top, like a spot on the floor that had been stood on too often.
Mr. Lewis had wrinkles on his face, like the older people in the city, but the wrinkles had spread all the way down to his hands. So when he reached forward to grasp my hand in greeting, his skin felt a little bit loose.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, I’m sure.” Mr. Lewis’s jowls jiggled as he nodded.
“The pleasure is ours.” Gideon shook Mr. Lewis’s hand.
I opened my mouth to ask how old he was but managed to save myself midcourse. “How often do you meet with students?”
Mr. Lewis laughed and beckone
