I snatched up the apple and cut it into slices. He was very happy with this development, bouncing and whistling as he watched. “You like apple?” I asked. “Good boy. Quiet boys are good boys. Quiet boys get apple.” And now I sounded like a creepy sex offender. This was all so wrong. “Just please be quiet,” I said, handing him his first piece of apple. He was quiet while he ate. This was good. I opened my laptop, and he was still quiet. Well, he made a happy, bouncy song as he ate his apple. And I hated to admit that he was kinda cute.
