TURNABOUT CHAPTER 6: PICKING UP THE PIECES
Let me rephrase that. I was me and it wasn't me. It would have been me if I had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. But he was built along the same lines as I was. He had my nose and facial features. And believe it or not, my smile….that is when I smiled. He had the same wildish hair that I did. It too was long, wavy and had a mind of its own.
"It's so good to see you again, dad! How have you been? Where have you been? I've been searching all over for you!" Michael said excitedly.
"Up until recently, Canada mostly." I said quietly.
"I looked for you in Canada. I know that's where you are from originally." Michael said, somewhat confused. "Where in Canada were you?"
"Mostly in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains; British Columbia, Toronto….you know…Canada. I moved around a lot." I said, swallowing. So far, nothing was coming to me. My mind was a blank.
"Michael, your father was cage fighting." Chuck said simply. Michael looked shocked.
"You're joking!! You can't be serious. Cage fighting??!!!" Michael was flabbergasted. "I don't believe that. I would never have expected that. I mean, he's one of the top business men in the world….why would he be cage fighting?"
"Huh??" I said somewhat flabbergasted myself. Businessman, me!? "No, flamin' way!" To add insult to injury I said sounding like the teenage girls that lived at the mansion. Michael actually smiled at me.
"Yes, flamin' way!" He retorted.