'My name is Carl. I live down the valley with my family.'
'I live around the old church with my grandmother' I smiled looking at his brown eyes.
He continued-
'I had a brother. He passed away when I was fourteen,' he breathed heavily.
'He was nine years younger than me. He was something more to me than a brother.'

'So what do you do other than reading?' I asked spontaneously. But he doesn't seem to get distracted from...