My son looked at me for a moment, I only moved my ears slightly back in a silent gesture of support. The scrutiny had him a little unsettled.
“The snow.”
“You like snow?” the specialist insisted, and when Andre nodded, she continued. “And what is it you like most to do in the snow?”
“Go sledding and hunt. It is harder to hunt when there is snow.”
“I see. You like challenges? So do I. I would like us to talk again one day. What do you say?”
Andre tilted his head to one side, unsure. That last part finished disconcerting him.
“You like talking with children? That is weird,” he said, just like that.
I held back a smile and my mother put a hand over her lips to hide hers. Rhiannon, however, did not refrain from laughing, and let out a laugh full of joy that caught Sasha’s attention. She
