Of course, it still remained to be proved that this blond kid was in the game.

Standing in the hall was a tall, blond kid about twenty-five years old.

The other was still taller, a big blond kid, very young.

Kinnell couldn't take his eyes off the blond kid's grin.

Couple of nights ago you were looking for a blond kid?

He was a big blond kid, not so fair as Sam but fair enough.

He looked the blond kid straight in the eyes, pleading with him.

The blond kid went back to Boston, married money, had four kids, ran a bank.

"It's a kind of a shame," the blond kid said to the others.

She strained to find the blond kid in the crowd.