He was a small man. The only thing red about him Lorq could see were the corners of his eyes. “You see—” Aaron looked tired—“I never mention his deformity. Never.” He looked upset. “I don’t want him to feel inferior. I don’t let anyone point him out as different at all. You must never talk about it in front of him, you see. Not at all.” Father started to say something. But the initial embarrassment of the evening had been his.
