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Honi’s mom’s hair was black like her son’s, the only difference being the strands of silver that gave away her age. She must have been in her fifties—slender, with bright, intelligent eyes. She was not classically beautiful, but there was so much character and intelligence in her face that Adi liked her immediately. As Honi and his mother hugged, Jim Fisher followed them with slow, heavy steps.
Adi held her breath, not knowing what to expect from the tall, stern man. For the moment, he ignored her. He waited until his wife was done welcoming their son, then stepped up and pulled Honi into another hug. Adi couldn’t hear what was being said, but the older man’s contrite expression made her believe he was apologizing.
Well, that’s just great. Apologizing to Honi was all well and good, bu
