Richie straightened his jacket and tugged at his fringe for a moment, before turning away from the mirror in the lift as the doors sighed open. His trip to Manhattan with his father and grandfather, or 'Uncle Marcus' as he'd come to calling him, had been an interesting experience, and he could see where his father got some of his traits from. Even though this Howard hadn't cracked up and lost it, there were still lots of things he could see, similarities, mannerisms, that Tony had learnt from him.
And he had to wonder if he had the same ones.
He reached the door of the dining room and walked in, seeing Maria and Howard talking over next to the table.
"Hi Marna, Marcu... I mean Howard," he said, smiling when he saw Marna and a little surprised at how young she looked. He walked over and took her hands, kissing her cheek. "Howard, you've had quite an affect on her!" he joked, giving the older man a wink and grin.