Then snatched a glass box from the shelf below it. “Look at this!” I looked down at a giant, shiny black beetle, its shell reflecting purple and green against the light through the window. “Nice.” “Do you know what it eats?” I shook my head. “Rotting flesh.” “That’s charming.” “Don’t worry, only the kind that’s already dead.” “Oh, good, that was almost morbid.”
love him and his sister
