Futurity /**/ TWO Beside him, the boy drove with easy confidence. Now the car had turned toward the city; the boy leaned back and released the controls. His curiosity about Parsons clearly was growing stronger. Turning his seat so that he faced Parsons, he studied him. Reaching up, he snapped on an interior light that made both of them more visible. And, in the light, Parsons got his first real look at the boy. And what he saw jarred him. Dark hair, shiny and long. Coffee-colored skin. Flat, wide cheek bones. Almond eyes that glinted liquid in the reflected light. A prominent nose. Roman? No, Parsons thought. Almost Hittite. And his black hair. . . . The man was certainly multiracial. The cheek bones suggested Mongolian. The eyes were Mediterranean. The hair possibly Negroid. The skin color, perhaps, had an under-glint of reddish brown. Polynesian? On the boy's shirt--he wore a dark red, two-piece robe, and slippers--an embroidered herald caught Parson's attention.
