“I can’t believe you did that,” Mitchell said, laughing. “You’re crazy!”
Craig merged the car onto the highway before he glanced at Mitchell. “You’re just figuring that out now?”
Mitchell laughed. “No, I’ve known for years. But still. You were crazy.”
Craig laughed. “Hey, that lady was the one that started it.”
“All she said was that you looked familiar, Craig,” Mitchell protested.
“And that’s when inspiration struck.” To be honest, he couldn’t believe he did it. Claiming to be a great-great-great grandson of Mark Twain hadn’t been something he had planned. Craig shook his head and smiled as he remembered the moment it happened.
“You look so familiar,” the plump lady with the bright red hair had said, her brow furrowed as she looked him up and down.
“Yeah, I get that a lot. Many peo
