Chapter Twenty-One“Meet my friends,” Maude declared the next day, Timothie's second day off. A motley group of grey and silver-haired elders crowded into Timothie's rooms on the top floor of the mansion on Ada Boulevard. “My friend Susan's brother,” Maude continued. “She was the gal in the bright red dress at the party, with the Cowboy.” A blondish man of average height and stocky athletic build stepped forward. His bright blue eyes were wide in a happy face. He thrust a hand like a ham into Timothie's outstretched hand.
“Santiago Florian. Nice to meet you.”
“I didn't know your friend was Spanish, Maude,” Dareboy said. “Her brother isn't the typical Spaniard, either.”
“They're third generation Canadian, dude,” Maude replied and smiled at Santiago. “But you'd never know it around their f
