Pete Sky came looked up the sky and took in a deep breath and smiled. He was a little before six foot tall, with fleshy body and white rugged hair. His face was bearded, with dark lips heeded and drooping mustache.
The fifty three year old man wore his large suit which looked so shabby and literarily had been kept for five years.
He turned to the woman standing by his side. She had long, unkempt red hair and dark eyes.
Her face looked mean and hard. She wore multi-colored long skirt and a top which looked shapeless.
She was also looking at the sky, feeling the cool breeze that touched her with tenderness.
“Pete, it is five years and the world is still rolling.” She said.
“Yeah, it is still rolling but will roll better now with me around.”
“You gave been around.”
“I was in a state
