Novi stares at me expectantly, and for a moment, I begin to suspect he mixes up English phrases on purpose. For entertainment. I wouldn’t put it past him. “Where are you off to?” I ask him, cautiously moving closer. “Bed.” “But not because you’re old.” “I am young and beautiful. Very energetic. Lots of stamina.” And this is why I can’t interact with him. If he doesn’t know what he’s saying, he’s adorable. If he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s sadistic.
