an update on Oldest

I went to visit Oldest at the shop last night.
He is in, what is arguably the most adorable part of town. Tiny tree lined streets, beautiful houses, small shops, great restaurants. It's the kind of neighborhood that really feels like a neighborhood, which is rare.
I walked there from my office, got a little lost at the end (it's not all descending numbers and avenues down there) and arrived a little breathless. He was behind the counter selling. When he isn't drawing or inking he's selling and he finished a sale and was busy with a couple who weren't sure about something. That's when I've heard it in his voice, as I've heard it in my brothers' voices.
He has the tone and tenor of a salesperson.
My dad was a salesman. An amazing salesman.
My dad, my brothers, and now it would seem, Oldest, can sell anything.
A little bit of knowledge, a comforting yet intelligent demeanor, a joke, sincere politeness, they each have it.
He told me when he was first hired that the store carries body lotions and candles and all the things I like - and he pointed out that the owner always has the best quality items he can buy for the store, but somehow I didn't believe it.
But Oldest was right! Shea butter hand cream, these gorgeous candles, this amazing soap! All at a discount for Oldest's mother! Of course, if you'd rather smoke a hookah or something else, Oldest can assist you with "the best quality glass in town." What you put in them is your business.
As for the tattoos, he still sends me pictures of his work every day. I have a little gallery of people's body parts on my phone, which is comical.
K and I try hard to be realistic about Oldest (about each of them) and we think this is a perfect fit for him, but there's a steep learning curve being in a small shop with three other people for long hours every day, six days a week, and he loves it but we know it's hard!
For now, we are all thrilled.