[Poggio]

He did not notice the pale freckled face man until he called himself Kenneth. He was spared the ordeal of talking for himself as his parents stopped him as he offered a hand. “Mr Garagin, how are you doing tonight.” His rolled away so that his father could continue smoozing a donation out of him for the foundation. This time he made his way to the bar with his plate of food, he wanted a drink and fresh air before he had to sit at the table for dinner.