I admit that I got pretty worried, scratch that, I got REALLY worried about Alois until he came back knocking on my door bruised and covered with scratches that Sunday afternoon.
"Oh, gosh. Alois, what happened to you?" I asked as I lay down his bruised figure on my sofa. I looked closely on his face which is now full scratches. I regret that I didn't even try to look for him earlier.
"Ne, are you still letting me stay?" he asked in a weak voice.
"Why, of course I will," I replied. "Let's treat your wounds, okay?"
While I was bandaging his right leg, I saw him smile at me. His smile was warm... or at least that's what I thought.
"What happened to you anyway?" I asked him curiously.
"I did what you told me," he said flatly.
"Eh?"
"You told me to look for some other place to stay, right?" He said. "Most of the people I asked didn't even bother to let me in their homes."
I just looked at him.
"and then there's this man," he continued.
"I thought that he'll let me in, but instead, he started throwing his fists at me and yelled at me like mad." He paused a bit, "His breath smells rotten, have I mentioned that already?" he smirked.
"I... ran out of his house and I bumped into a weird young lady. I think she's the same age as you," he looked at me. "she has a guy with him and that guy started yelling at me. I tried calling Claude but-"
"Listen," I cut through his story, "Don't you EVER go out of this house unless I'm with you, got that?"
He smirked again and then he stiffled a small laugh, "Don't you order me around," he shot back on a weak voice
...and then he smiled. Again with that sweet, warm, little smile and then he suddenly drifted off to sleep.