"Ralph!"
"Dickson,"
The two men greeted each other with pats on the back and wide smiles, as if a long time had passed since they'd seen each other, or so Micah thought.
Mr. Ralph was more than six feet tall, and could have been a basketball player in Micah's estimation. He wore a pinstriped suit that further elongated his tall lean frame. With his gray hair and wrinkles he and Dickson were possibly around the same age. But of course all of this was guesstimates in Micah's head.
"So," said Mr. Ralph, who had now turned to look at Micah, "is this the writer on the toxic water scandal?" He reached his hand out to shake hers.
"Micah Rae, and yes, I did write that exposeé. Nice to meet you."
"Brilliant! Do you realize that that scandal is one of the biggest scandals of our time? And
