“So quickly you people acclimate and adapt to rough ways. How have you been?”
He felt stunned. How good it was to hear those words. “Okay.”
“Is the job going okay?”
“It is the same old thing.”
“Don’t you feel proud being there enslaved to the needs of higher classes than yourselves-especially when they are rather lowly to come to you to begin with? All of these department store workers and so forth.”
“It’s all right. I don’t know any better. I want to know why you like blood.”
“A bold childish inquisitiveness without considering order or propriety. You really aren’t afraid. You are getting bolder by the day in a more childish way. Why do you like chocolate?”
“I don’t know. I just do.”
“But why do you think that you like it so much?”
“I wouldn’t know.”