How Old Is Steve Randle In The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Black went to the window, leaned his back against the window sill, crossed his arms over his chest and, frowning his brows, closed his eyes, obviously thinking about something. Redward, still seated in his chair, was tapping his fingers nervously on the table top, his narrowed eyes looking through objects, so absent was his gaze. Steve, on the contrary, all the time did nothing but look from one man to another, realizing or, rather, clearly realizing that in front of him were not ordinary people, but those who lived a very, very long life, who saw different era, who saw various wars and even participated in some of them. Before him were people who had seen a lot in their lifetime. One of the

She's waiting for me at the door when I arrive, nervously fidgeting from foot to foot. "Um… so my mum is kind of weird about boys since Colin, so I've told her we're doing a project together, ok?" She says quickly before a woman that looks so much like her, there's no mistaking who she is steps into the doorway. "Mum, this is Luke Thomas from school, Luke, this is my mum." "Good evening, Mrs Randle." I say as she looks me over with barely concealed suspicion. I'm in ripped jeans and a leather jacket which at least hides my tattoos, but I've no school bag with me so it doesn't look like we're going to be studying.