Today he made me grow a new finger. It looked normal, like it were cloned from another.
“It means it won’t be as easy for you to go outside,” he said with a glitter of a smile, as if he were helping out.
He doesn’t usually add things to my body. My mind is different.
I still leave the house to go to university. He is okay with that. When I come home, we sit in the light from the fireplace, in the easy-chairs he has turned so that he can see as he works on me.