“Did you see the man who has the cat now? He was naked! You could see his stuff and everything. His p***s is huge! Did you see it?”
I blushed. Instead of answering, I said, “Let’s get up off the floor. It might be dirty, or someone might need to walk by.”
“Oh ugh, dirty? Yuck!” and the boy leapt to his feet, almost kicking me in the head in his haste. “By the way,” he said, “I’m lost.”
As I stood up, I wondered what to do. Rescuing the cat sounded—interesting (had he dressed yet? The man, I meant.) I looked at the boy. Yes, he was wearing the required wrist band.
“Can you pick me up? I’m tired. And yes, I know you’re a stranger and all that, but I’m lost, and I’m gonna get in trouble!”
So I picked him up. I also carried him down the hall, into the elevator, where he nestled his head i
