"And this one," my hands were on his face now. Thick mustache, I looked nothing like this man...my father?? He looked nothing like grandpa!
Grandpa wrote an apology letter to him. He was sorry. Sorry for what?
"This man looks like he's disguised to be um, a reporter!" I said, "and he looks like, really. He looks like a wicked detective. I mean, look at the mustache!" My heart was beating fast now. Who could this man be?
"Oh him? Nick Saffire. He--"
Ring!
His phone actually had the audacity to ring at this time?
"Sorry, I need to take this." He said.
"Who is he!" I panicked! Damn it, I f*****g panicked! "Sorry, go. Go pick your call." It was an effort not to crumble and drown in tears, the pain that had seized my guts.
"Are you interested in this man in particular? Calm down, love
