Andre was a fairly well-mannered boy, which made me even more certain in my suspicion that he and his father did, in fact, have a human life somewhere else. He used the fork and knife to eat, with the clumsiness of a child his age and all; but even though he brought pieces of bacon to that animal mouth, with small fangs and sharp teeth, and licked the fork with that long, flexible tongue, I did not feel any rejection toward him. Because he did not make noise when swallowing nor did he lap up the juice, or eat straight from the plate. He was strangely “normal,” even in his unusual appearance.
I don’t know, he made me feel curious and in need of protecting him.
Him and his sister already, the girl who was human in appearance. I had already confirmed that Sasha was like all ordinary babies,
