It was the same "San Francisco Chronicle," but Mather, vacationing in Honolulu, Hawaii, saw the report too.
Removing his glasses and dressed in beach shorts, Mather sat up from the lounge chair.
"Miranda, I remember you once said the young man who created Price's List was your student?"
"Yeah~" Miranda, playing beach volleyball with her mother on the sand, tucked her wind-blown, messy blond hair behind her ear, "But he's no longer in Cleveland, he's across from us."
Miranda pointed toward the vast ocean to the east, where the West Coast of America lay, facing California directly across from them.
"What's his name?" Mather looked down at the newspaper again.
"Dean Price," said Miranda with a bright smile in her breezy swimsuit. They had just spent a wonderful night together last month.
"No Roman numerals or hyphens?" There were too many people with the same name in America, and Mather thought perhaps he had made a mistake.
