I'm Not Better / Just Different

Clay’s mouth dropped open his eyes bulged for there was perfection. She greeted them, “Hello, you must be our gen-erous host the Van-der-Hills. Thank you for having us.” “Hello, you must be Gina yes we’re your host. This is my Son Clay. Where’s Dino?” “In the cock-pit, flew the plane in with Santo. He’s having a ball, can’t bear to leave his love the cock-pit,” she’s making small talk, but all true. Her brother loves planes. “I thought he was into mining?” Clay Sr. said being confused. “He is among other things. We both love to fly, have our Pilots License, like Gem Stones, we have bus-iness degrees. I’m also, a C.P.A., Dino a Geologist,” she winked at Clay Sr. “Clay Jr., why are you meeting us when it’s a gorgeous day out there to have fun?” “Thought I may be needed among other things,” he jested at her. “I do have friends waiting for a tennis game. Do you and Dino play? You’re welcome to join us,” he invited, his father raised an eyebrow