Elias is a trim, intelligent man about my dad’s size. He seemed quiet, except for his clothes. He wore a jaunty plaid hat and his wool coat reminded me of a Confederate soldier’s. There were anti-PC pins on it.
"I'm fighting the establishment,” he said. (In my mind he added m’lady.)
Elias was on a Tinder spree. His heart was torn. His girlfriend broke up with him a year ago so she could explore the world.