บท 79: John Kelly

Jo knew that there would be a real storm in a few minutes. This time she wasn’t counting on any miracle. She was blown away, and it was only a matter of time.

“Good evening, kids. Sorry for being late.” A familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts.

When she looked in the direction from which that voice came, she was exceedingly happy. She was saved, she thought.

At the entrance of the gym, appeared a very tall, well built man. He had a storm of grey hair on his head. Despite his old age, he looked very handsome; there was no wrinkle on his face. The only thing that could tell about his date of birth were his grey hair.

The visitor was wearing dark green pants and a khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing the beautifully carved muscles of his forearms.

“Who is that?” Mathew's voice interrupted her thoughts. He was already dressed normally and he had wet hair combed back, indicating that he had missed some of the action.