A Perfect Stranger. Terry McLaughlin

on appreciating Henry. Henry was much more handsome than Nick. His features were more classic, his expressions more open and easygoing. There was nothing dark or intense about him.

      Not that Henry was bland or boring.

      She turned to Joe. “What’s he doing?”

      “Research. It’s a kind of a hobby with him. Everywhere he goes, he talks to people. Collects them, sort of. Asks what they do for a living, how they do it.” Joe stretched out on the grass, his hands a pillow for the back of his head, and closed his eyes. “Anything he collects could end up in one of his stories.”