Where the other boy had holes in his sweater, Lucian McKenna was completely dressed in the latest fashion with every bit of silver polished to perfection. He had someone dress him in the morning so he didn’t even realize that perhaps that wasn’t something everyone had. His shoes were Italian leather, and fit him perfectly. And though his footman finally replaced the bows of silk from around his neck, he still liked to wear a scarf of the finest linen.

“Looking for scrap metal, isn’t that what it looks like I’m doing?” He asked the boy with his mother’ dry tone.”