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Joe studied it dumbfounded “Maybe the storm caused a temporary shift in the current,” he said “Or ed as the storm passed”

“Not this much”

Joe looked at the ain He exhaled “Okay I’ll bite What do you think happened?”

“I have no idea,” Kurt said, standing up “Why don’t we go ask Mr Billionaire hi on at the Smithsonian”

“Uhmmm”

Kurt glanced at the clock and grabbed his keys “Come on, we can catch him if we hurry”

Joe was hesitating He stood up with all the speed of a tree sloth “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea”

Kurt was beareat idea Especially the part about it being in public

“It’s fine,” he said, heading for the door “In fact, my doctor recommended it It’s all part of my recovery”

With that, he stepped through the door, hitting the light switch on the way out He didn’t turn around to see if Joe was following He didn’t have to, he could hear Joe running to catch up with him in the hall

The steps of the original S toannouncement Built of red sandstone fro was nicknamed, had a romantic and sturdy quality to it It looked like a fort froht have stood in the “rockets’ red glare”

But the Smithsonian name was also renowned for its mission to teach and for its celebration of the ate—an Internet billionaire descended from an old-money family—there was probably no more perfect spot to showcase himself or his company

A crowd had begun to asseate found his nerves getting the best of hi, ensconced in an office just down the hall froo on, two handlers primped and checked him over

He was an easy subject to work on Fifty-one years old, fit and trihtest hint of excess in his face, he had wavy hair, high cheekbones, and a tiny cleft in his chin He looked eek he was made out to be

His sandy blond hair was never unruly, though a young woht “I or too old,” she whispered