Theo’s eye contact wavered and he looked down at the ground again. The way the man complimented his uncle’s work…offended him. He seemed to think his uncle’s writing was the best thing in the world. “Oh…well I wonder how it is working for him all the time…” A maid came to them with a smile and started taking his suitcases. The black suitcases seemed to swallow up the sunlight and he watched the shadows move across the ground as the maid rolled them away.
“So, Theo, does writing masterpieces run in your family?
“No it does not.” He snapped. Without realizing it, he started rubbing his shoulder and looked at the man with his eyebrow lowered in confusion. How could he ask something so…absurd so…
“I’m the only one who writes books. I’m a legend in my family. Other than my uncle of course but…his books aren’t as… Informative as mine.” His voice came out louder and rushed.
When he realized how he sounded he felt slightly embarrassed, his posture slightly hunched again but his eyes darted between the man’s eyes and the large estate in front of them. “I… don’t have anyone that helps my books get out…I do it all myself.” He finally said.
@eunoia - Juan 