That night after the party Quentin walked me home and he came up to my house and sat with me a while and I was glad because I really did not want to be alone.
And let me tell you, I found out a lot about Quentin.
Quentin is a certified genius.
He is 12 years old and he is going to University next year. He wants to study biochemistry, he hopes that it will lead him into medicine but it doesn’t have to.
Quentin is fascinated with the way different organisms function.
He got offered a scholarship at Harvard, Columbia, MIT, Oxford University and Université Pierre et Marie Curie. He has to pick one.
He reads a lot, a whole lot.
He says he has trouble reading fiction but he is willing to open his mind if he thinks it’s worth it. So I told him about Goodnight Moon and he said he would check it out.
Quentin loves football and good food. He does not love when people laugh and sound like donkeys. He definitely does not love sorbet.
He has a good group of friends but he doesn’t tell secrets to ANYONE.
He speaks six languages in total:
French, English, Spanish, Arabic and Maltese.
His great great grandfather was a knight in shining armour in Malta, and that is a fact.
When he asked me about my family, I told him I don’t have one.
I don’t know who my father is and I don’t know who my mother is. I don’t have a grandfather who is famous or anything like that.
All I know about me is that I am here and my name is Lilou.
He asked me how come I have money to pay for things, and my house. I told him how Zouzi invested in a computer company back in 2000.
We stayed and talked until 5:36 AM and then fell asleep. We woke up with light heads at 12:30 PM and went straight to the café to do something very important:
Humm....Love bells!!
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