Summer 1996 – Catching the Storm in a Spider’s Web

Olesya studied me for a moment. She said, “I had expected you to be shorter. Your father is a short man.”

I shrugged. “My mother was a tall woman. My height is between that of my parents.” 

Olesya favored me with a closed mouth smile. “My father was a huge man. I always felt like mouse in his presence. When I met your father I found it hard to believe that my father and he shared any blood. They looked nothing alike. In temperament they were also different. My father, tall and pale and taciturn – yours, short and grinning and full of energy. They made an interesting pair.”