Every story about the son applauds his democratic instincts, his ease with all kinds of people, his ebullience and physicality, his informality.
The son has multiple stories written about him.
There are no stories written about the son.
He is only the third greatest criminal mastermind of this age.
Ana artist is sculpting a statue.
The men are dressed in jeans and a shirt.
A group of people on stage.
The people are swimming.
That isn't where the money goes.