“What did your brother tell you?”
“He gave me a brief rundown on your impressive statistics. Seven languages? How did you manage that? Most people can’t even get one right.”
I debated on telling the truth, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter. My entire family and everyone I worked with knew the truth. We were all unique in our own separate ways. “It all depends on what I’m exposed to. I guess you could call me a talent thief, although some call me a talent manipulator.”
“What is that? You steal somebody’s talent?”
“It means that I have a gift on picking up on things. Like people in the world that can retain information, all I have to do is to see something to remember it and mimic it. That’s why the languages came so easily.”
“It explains the bookshelf,” Max said, tilting his head. “My brother also told me you’re a chameleon. I suppose your talent helps with that?”
“Lucky you. You’ll get to see first-hand.” I gestured to the bathroom. “You don’t mind if I take a shower, do you?”
“Go right ahead.”
I stepped into the bathroom, and with my hand on the door, I turned back to smile at him. I winked and left the door open in invitation.
