Krishna blew a plume of smoke off into the distance. “That’s not what I mean. What are you, Adam? Alan? Andrew? I’ve met people like you before. There’s something not right about you.”
Alan didn’t know what to say to that. This was bound to come up someday.
“Where are you from?”
“Up north. Near Kapuskasing,” he said. “A little town.”
“I don’t believe you,” Krishna said. “Are you an alien? A fairy? What?”
Alan shook his head. “Just about what I seem, I’m afraid. Just a guy.”
“Just about, huh?” he said.
“Just about.”
“There’s a lot of wiggle room in just about, Arthur. It’s a free country, but just the same, I don’t think I like you very much. Far as I’m concerned, you could get lost and never come back.”
“Sorry you feel that way, Krishna. I hope I’ll grow on you as time goes by.”