Maybe some of the door mouldings and baseboards. The windows and doors too but not much else of the structure itself.He turned to look at Jean. She ...had the look of a woman stricken. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his shoulder."I couldn't live in this place as it is." He said. She raised her head and looked at him."What do you mean?" she asked. He looked out over the field."I mean I couldn't move in with the termites. They'd run me out eventually. Personally I think a new. That’s when I noticed the same car I had seen earlier in the day coming toward me, butterflies started to churn in my stomach it’s her. As we got closer she noticed me, beeped the horn and waved. Not even a minute later I feel the buzz of my BlackBerry. I look down to see her text message. “What are you doing here? “She asks. “Looking for a house, I am pretty excited I just bought one in the same town you recommended” I reply. Another buzz.” Really where? “ “A neighborhood called Summerhill,. He relies on throwing a variety of junk up there, and hoping to fool the hitters. He's a lot like Sam Bailey was, when he came up." But -- Sam Bailey's in your starting rotation!" Yes, he is. And he was 14-9 last year. He's 3-0 for us now." So, did Sam's fastball get any faster?" Did his fastball -- no." Paul laughed. "No, Sam's a junk pitcher now, just like he always was. Generally, fast balls don't get faster as you age." So. Sam's not -- what did you say? --overpowering, either, right?". A few would probably felt awkward meeting his parents, not knowing Alex outside of college.As Alex anticipated, it was like saying goodbye to his old life. His school friends were nice, but increasingly their concerns and his were diverging. Perhaps in a few years, when they started entering the adult world, they would regain the connection, but for now the friendly banter seemed to underscore how little his former classmates, starting tenth grade, had in common with Alex. He did not invite.