“Seven-year-olds remember nothing. Their minds are like … what’s that thing … you’d know …” “A sieve?” Reese snapped his fingers several times and pointed at Fin. “Exactly. He’ll forget all about me by then, and if he sees me again when he is all set to rule, I intend to be a handsome silver fox. I’ll have transformed from my present glowing youthful self, and I will be quite unrecognizable.” Reese then took the opportunity to reach for another cookie, only to see that Eric had slid the plate to his other side out of reach from the man.
