The next day I left the house; there was no Henry, which was a reason to celebrate. I walked to the street and took a taxi.
In front of the police station, I met my caretaker, looking today especially gay as well. His skin was so hairless that it seemed he waxed his face, and he had two small earrings in his ear. His tight-fitting clothes stood in contrast to my baggy ones.
He just screamed gay, and I tried to relax my face so as not to show my disgust.
"What's going on? Why are we meeting here?" He grabbed my shoulders the moment he saw me.
"I am a suspect, and I am here for a lie detector test. I need an adult for probably signing something." I said, while distancing myself as discreetly as possible.
"A suspect?!" He asked far too loudly, and my face fell at the people turning around. I would rather not be seen with him before the police station, so I motioned with my head to the door and walked the few steps up to it.
