Ask, "So where do we start?"
The old man turns the pages of the book, all without saying a word.
You begin to feel uncomfortable, but when his lips begin to move, you
don't feel much comfort.
"It all started when I was about your age, sonny," he
croaks,"I was in 5th grade at school, and I fancied myself
unlucky because I had 5 sisters. But then my teeth started falling
out, and my hair turned grey. Can you guess how old I am
now?"
