He extended his hand, and the man took it. His handshake was brief but strong, the skin of his fingers and palm rough. “Nathan. Pleased to meet you. What brings you to New Lisbon?”
“Sadness, I’m afraid. My grandmother died a few months back.”
Nathan’s eyes lit up at that. “You’re Catherine Smith’s grandson?” Dan noticed for the first time they were pale green, a stark contrast to his jet black hair. Why did he usually not notice the color of people’s eyes? He couldn’t have said what color his gran’s eyes were.