Everett just tossed me up into a bear hug and told me he was happy to have me home. He’s so much bigger than I remember. Huge, really. He must be at least a foot taller than I am at five foot four. Thick beard, corded muscles down his neck and arms, resembling some kind of tattooed motorcycle-gang—Hercules. He still has that wicked gleam in his eye that tells you he’s got a wild side. It almost reminds me of my sister.
