We stood there staring at birds over the wall, little kids running around the zoo like friggin’ monkeys.
“You know why I think a swan is beautiful?” he said. “Because their face looks like a foot.”
“You’re so weird,” I told him. It was kind of my catchphrase for him. He was a right freak.
One of the big birds swam up close to us, leaving little ripples in the water behind it. The fish zoomed away from its feet. The head stood swaying just armslength away. He was right. It did look like a foot. The beak was exactly like a man’s shoe.
“You know why I like you?” he asked.
“Because you don’t like many people. And you like me.”