“Where's Wlofie?” asked one of The Kids.
“Wlofie?” I said. “Isn't he here?”
“No,” said one of The Kids, eyes wide open.
“He's not?” I said.
“Wlofie isn't with you?” said Spring [1], rushing into the living room, a look of horror. “You left him at Negiyo⁈”
“No,” I said. “He's outside, smoking a cigarette.”
“Gaaaaah!” said Spring. “Don't do that!”
“Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!”