She laughed. "It's Monty Python. That sketch with the parrot. And the answer is I'm a vampire," she said. "It's not that bad that there are bars separating us."
She was taken aback by the question even if it could have come from her. "I don't know." A laugh. "Possibly no one. Well, Freddy Darlow because I stole his skateboard when I was ten. He was only landing on his fat ass anyway." She trailed off, considering to add something about the Thanksgiving invitation. But she wasn't sure what. His life seemed lonely and she hated the face of loneliness. Maybe she should invite him over for dinner at some point when he wasn't in danger of ending up as the food anymore.