June smiled then scrunched up her face, “I did some research on you once we’d decided who to hire. You actually own the company, you aren’t a subsidiary.”
Amos had often heard people speak of kindred spirits. It was an unfathomable concept and had been since he’d first heard the term. His sisters were all about kindred spirits. He hadn’t scoffed at the idea, but he hadn’t embraced it either. His idea of kindred spirits were people that had known each other for years and years and understood and accepted the other’s foibles. It was learned, it was habit.