My wife looked blank, then busied herself with the kettle.
“What do you mean,” I followed Raven, “Not like us?”
“He means he's not a man, Dad.”
“Not a man? Don't be silly.”
“You heard the cats. Not a man thing after all, that's what they said.”
“Well what then? He must be a man. Look at him, two arms and legs, one head, speaks English. A man.”
“Actually Edward, your son has it right.”
“Well then,” Mary entered the room, “I think it's time you told us what you are!”
