Thadeus looked over at the cars and grinned.  He liked that she was excited.  He always liked it when guests appreciated his home and belongings.  He didn't feel the pride on the part of his own ego.  He wanted them to see the pride of his family and the care and attention that the spent in maintaining their history.<br/><br/><b>"Well, my poppop bought the Ford, my daddy bought the Bentley, and the Miyata was my contribution.  You could say its like a family tradition."</b>He moved over and trailed a hand along the Bentley's regal curves.<b>"Me, my father, and my grandfather spent many hours in the garage working on these cars.  I spend at least one day a month with each of them, usually more.  Traditions are important around here."</b><br/><br/>He wondered if this girl had a thing for cars or just beautiful things.  He, on the other hand, was forced into a sad moment.  His grandfather had died nearly twenty years ago, and his father 5 years back.  It was only Thadeus now, him and his memories.  He'd keep them alive as long as possible.  He sighed heavily at the painful, yet also pleasant, memories.