Chapter 22

• A M E R I C A
• Harry and I stared at each other because this old man came out of nowhere.
• He had a light colored wooden cane in his right hand. He wore a pair of white beach trousers, white top with long sleeves and was barefoot. He had long gray hair which was passed his shoulders but unlike Harry's, his hair was straight and magnificently silky. He was tall and had broad shoulders, his beard trimmed but were all gray like his hair and his eyes were immensely blue, like the ocean in the morning. He was smiling at us, looking happy to find us here while he had his hands clasped behind him. He didn't look like a suspicious man but instead he had this calming and friendly smile.