Nail.  That was his name, yep.
He was a little person.  He was mighty.  Everybody at The Chambers called him Nail.
 
Nail had talents.  He could play golf like that Tiger fellow only with more pizazz.  On the green, he was known to be quite fancy. 
He spoke 6 languages fluently and Josephine was quite sure that if you dropped him deep into any unknown  he'd be gathering stories in the native tongue in no time.
 
That was Nail.
 
The Pennybrides were quite taken with him.  Not your ordinary security guy but as safe as one should be.
He knew what to do and how to do it.  Nobody questioned him.
 
He liked one Pennybride in particular.  Her name was Candida. She was one of the fire heads, red and tall.  She was kind and loud.  She talked a streak that led all the way back to Nail every time.
She had a thing for him, too.
They'd talk late on the porch after they'd both bounced a full night of it.  They talked about everything and he even got the watermouth to listen every now and again.
It was sweet and odd just like all good relationships are.
 
Nail had some secrets.  Candida had none.  She noticed the way he held back but never pressed.  Odd for the talky miss.
He'd tell her one day..