Chapter 70

• I look at him, amused, as if he had told me a joke that I clearly did not understand. I don't know if it's a joke or why he said what he said, but you don't joke about something like that.
• "Max, I don't like it when you make those jokes," I retort, serious.
• He takes the shampoo bottle, removes the cap with his agile fingers, and pours a few drops of the contents on the top of my head. With only one hand, he begins to massage my hair with his fingers and spread it around.