Chapter 35
Henry was surprised Vito would even know where he lived. He had certainly never told him, but Henry supposed he could have overheard what one of the other staff, who spoke to him a bit more, could have said. Henry needed to think fast. “I just wanted to clear my head before going home.”
Vito nodded slowly, never taking his gaze off him. All these days Henry had wished Vito would look at him, and now he wished he would stop. Henry stared down at the ground and then looked to the dogs, as if they would save him. He squatted beside them and, hoping he wouldn’t get his hand bitten, began scratching them behind their ears. They loved it. One tried to jump on him. The other began licking his face like it was made of raw sirloin.
Henry looked up at Vito and could tell Vito was charmed in spite of himself. “They like me,” Henry said.
“They like everybody who pays them the least little bit of attention.”
“What are their names?”