He put his free hand to his chest. "That does my heart some good. Young people don't think I'm frail."

He was far from it. He wasn't as in as good of shape as he was in his prime, but he was still fit and vital. He just had a full head of silver hair to go with it.

Marcelo's father lead Stephanie down to the lobby and out of the hotel. There was a truck with a trailer waiting out front.

"Now, Marcelinho has told me quite a few things about you. So, I took a guess from something he once mentioned. I thought I could put something right for my new daughter."