“What’s the difference?” I asked, sensing it was expected of me. “Well,” he said. “That might take a bit of explaining. . . .” “I’ve got nothing but time.” Abenthy gave me an appraising look. I’d been waiting for it. It was the look that said, “You don’t sound as young as you look.” I hoped he’d come to grips with it fairly soon. It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.
