Lowell understood what Tarquin was implying, and his mind was heavy with it.
He couldn't sleep that night, tossing and turning as he tried to figure out how to test the crazy guy. If the guy was just pretending to be crazy, there was no easy way. He wouldn't expose himself that easily.
So, what could he do?
Lowell racked his brain all night. He had just drifted off when Evan’s call woke him up.
He answered the video call with a yawn. "Hey, Evan."
The little guy on the screen was bursting with energy, his voice loud and clear. "Mr. Lowell, why are you still sleeping?"
Lowell glanced at the time. "It's not even five yet. You're up already?"
"Yep! Early to bed, early to rise! I've been up for a while. Where are the pretty girl and Jove?"
Lowell corrected him tiredly, "That's a guy, Evan. An older boy."
"No, not an older boy, a pretty girl!"
"He's a man!"
"A girl!"
Lowell was speechless. "...How can you tell she’s a girl?"
"She’s so good-looking, and her eyes are so gentle. You can just tell she's a lady. Can't you see it?"
Lowell questioned, "Can't a guy be good-looking and have gentle eyes?"
"Sure, but the gentleness and good looks of a guy and a lady are different."
"How are they different?"
"The feeling is different."
Lowell: "..."


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