“What?”
“Will my hair turn white overnight?” Daniel attempted a lighter tone.
Mark smiled. “That’s the story you told, isn’t it—when Eng Zisuey fled from the king, his hair turned white overnight and he escaped the next day—because the king’s guards didn’t recognize him.”
“Was that stress or heredity? I may need black hair dye soon.”
“Probably just folklore. Hang in there, Dan.”
After the call, Daniel wondered if he was just looking for excuses. Maybe stress had worsened these dreams; he carried a greater burden these days than he had when young. His upscale childhood in Redondo Beach, California, had been privileged, with Grandfather lavishly paying all his expenses and an annual bonus to his adoptive mother and father. Dan loved his parents and his older sister, but to them he prese
