Sindy Kate
I spotted my brother talking to a man in his late fifties at the left corner, but I had not seen Clyve yet.
“Let’s go meet your brother,” Dad said.
Before we could reach closer, Austen saw us first. He smiled. “Harry.” Then he looked at the old man again. “Of course, you already know Lyndon Bloom.”
The old man smiled and did a handshake with Dad. “Nice to meet again, Lyndon.”
“You seem have not aged, Arturo. This is my daughter, Harry.”
“Arturo Carilli, my dear.” He shook my hand, and I saw a glint in his eyes.
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