"Exactly, you're past thirty." She didn't repeat that he was old, because she wasn't mean, but it was obvious that his age made him old.
He was not good for her complexion. She was frowning too much and she would get wrinkles. She'd have to see if they had a face cream at the store. "Go with what? You haven't said anything."
Savannah didn't know who she should ask considering that he had no name and if he wasn't willing to tell people his name, the chances of him not lying about his history were remote, and Savannah had already wasted too much with lies.
She shook her head. "No, I plan to go to a new school with a new identity, get into their cheerleading squad, get to regionals, even nationals, because I'm that good, and then get a degree and start a job until I get married and have children, at least two - a boy and a girl, and then I can stay home with them. I'm not stupid. By then I'll know what I need to know, and children really don't care about who owns Japan. Most people down South don't care who owns California."