If he had told me he had ticks, it would not have unsettled me so much and I would even have accepted it more naturally, I suppose. I knew what he was. A werewolf, more than an ordinary man; and his “ordinary” job did not seem to fit with the idea I had already formed about him.
It was that I had grown used to thinking of Alexander and his children as…
I think he was saying something about the astonishing price difference between a ground transfer with stops from Istanbul to Madrid and a nonstop flight by air, when I stayed looking at him and my mind plunged into a dreadful blank. Andre shifted on my lap and adjusted his head better on my thigh to keep sleeping; I stroked his albino hair in a distracted, automatic gesture. I noticed that the few people around us sometimes turned to look
