Norman looked over at Dr. Wilson with a strange stare. Did he know him? He didn't think he knew him? He hadn't met too many doctors in this city. He wasn't exactly a fan of doctors. Hannibal was alright though. Hannibal understood him. And Hannibal understood Mother.
"Where sh-shhhould I go?"
He wouldn't be surprised if no one wanted to walk in front of him. Or behind him. Or anywhere near him. People seemed to get a odd nervousness around him.
It's because you're my sweet, little boy, Norman. They're jealous! Mother snickered.
Norman looked over at the talking cat. He didn't like cats either. He preferred birds. Stuffed birds. Like the ones in his taxidermy collection.