The truth was that Frank had an unnerving tendency to look at you for too long both before and after he answered a question you’d asked him. It was a disturbing habit, and for some reason, it made me think of an alien trying to be human. There seemed to be an incomprehension in that gaze, a sense that he was attempting to access information that would indicate the proper way to behave, as though he didn’t know how to respond in a human manner. It was a ridiculous idea that I knew made no sense,
