“Did you steal a snake?” Ivan, their probation worker who resembled a pool-noodle-shaped q-tip — if a q-tip had a bad haircut, asked and smiled mirthlessly at André.
André just shook his head. “No.”
“Then what is that snake doing inside your shirt?” He pointed at Sevi who was curled up in a ball on top of the table next to André. Apparently, after all the scaring he’s been doing, he was too exhausted to care about the retard factory in front of him now.
He couldn’t care less.
André took three continuous sips from his Masseto and gave Ivan another smile. “I was just keeping him warm.”
“Keeping him—”
A knock on the door interrupted Ivan’s harangue and he groaned in annoyance that made him nearly sound like Gollum. When he opened the door to his room, Luca who was still in his formal ou
