I switched the TV screen off and stopped the DVD. During the movie—A Touch of Evil—Lei hadn’t said a word. And while I appreciated his silence and respect of the craft, I had no clue what he thought of the movie. He hadn’t laughed. Well, there wasn’t much to laugh at—after all, it was a dark movie about murder and betrayal—but he hadn’t showed any sign of enjoyment either. I’d made some popcorn and he hadn’t any. Only sipped his water from time to time, while I tried to keep my cracking and popping to a minimum. Now that the screen was off, I realized we were sitting in darkness, so I quickly rose and turned on the lamp near the TV before sitting next to him, but at an angle. “So…what d’you think?”
Lei frowned, his gorgeous face so solemn again. “Charlton Heston doesn’t look Mexican.”
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