[Poggio]

He mused about this, and when he came down stairs, he wore nothing but a pair of Zosa's sweat pants, his flip flops and a large white floppy sweater. He pulled his hair up into a loose braid and greeted the young man that was to be their escourt. Idly he tried to guess how much the book looked like his parents and how much his parents appeared to look like the mysterious figure that the professor was not allowed to see.