Roland the Boy Wonder \\ batisms
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Roland peered around the large study, the wool blanket that detective Gordon had given him was wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He faintly heard The detective talking to the two other people in the house - the older man, and the boy.
“Look, his father was just arrested for taking out some thugs behind Mooney’s bar with a bow and arrow, I’m trying to get the dude off, but there are some kinks to work out. Can you watch the kid and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself?”
Roland waited and watched as Det. Gordon got a positive response from the other two, and left the mansion.
Roland inquisitively turned his head to the older man as he approached.
“Well now. Let’s see about getting you settled in. Would you like something to eat?”
Roland blinked at first but then nodded his head enthusiastically. The older man left the room quickly, and Roland fixed his curious gaze on the other boy in the room. Older than him, probably by at least 5 years. Maybe more.
“Is tha’ guy yer poppa?”
