Fragments Chapter 12 Page 3

Morgan, a hugely gifted man was Law from day one. He told me day one of college, but witnessing his razor sharp memory, his huge vast array of knowledge on a whole range of remarkably eclectic topics and how he could communicate them. I think he was born for Law.

I think if he sold tickets to his breakfast conversation he’d sell out in minutes and as for the evening or the cool mid morning of June with the blistering sun long since set and soon to rise?

He was excellent. Beautiful and excellent.

We somehow attached on sight. Like a long lost brother I'd imagine or it certainly felt like that.

My sister Becca, only I get to call her that, was fourteen at the time and it was me who introduced them.