It was a hot summer, the 70s, trains with my father to my aunt who lives outside the city, the radio is playing in the car, a song by the band Queen was playing. The old hum of your father's car has ended. You get out of the car and your beaded bracelets sound fun. A young man catches your eye, he seems a little older than you and his hair attracts you, it was dark red. as it turned out later, your aunt hired a gardener.But something about him makes you feel mixed, like he's not really human.