Yves giggled at the old man's reaction to the juice box. He was strange and funny looking, which only made the boy like him more. "A bad thing happened? That's not odd for my dad if it helps mister. He's always in trouble. Least that's what granma says. 'he's tooooo much like his father! not allowed in my house!' " The young lad repeated back in a rather mocking voice. Certainly a conversation he had overheard far too many times.

The man's behavior next made the poor whelp jump. Looking over his shoulder to see what unseen thing the gangly elder was shaken about. "O.....kay? You feelin alright mister?" Yves glanced up at him with wide, bright eyes as he was ushered into the elevator again. "You changed your mind awful fast. and got a whole lot paler, need to sit down? Some more juice maybe? Sometimes low sugar will make you do weird things. One a my school friends has that happen." The stream of questioning poured from his lips with unabashed curiosity and concern.
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