“Heck fire! I ain’t even told you who I am.” He said.
He stuck out his shaking hand and said, “Name’s Kyle-Lee Doctavio, but everyone calls me Kyle ’round these parts.”
I took his hand and couldn’t help but notice how soft and weak his grip felt. It was like trying to shake hands with a rubber-man.
“You don’t sound like you are from here.” I observed.
He shook his head, “Oh no! From out east Ohio way. Stay’n with my Uncle ‘n Aunt here. Been for pert-near a year.”
He then said, “The whole time I been here, y’all are the first people I seen that weren’t from ’round here.”
“Really?” I exclaimed while realizing that we were still shaking hands.
“My names Alvin, Alvin Holloway.” I said.
“Pleasure t’meet ya Alvin, Alvin Holloway.” He said with a crooked smile.