He stared above. Bruno glanced at the peeling wall paint. He narrowed his eyes, and let his curiosity seep in. Although Maria tried to be quiet, she didn’t go unnoticed. Bruno heard the slight sound of Maria’s footsteps and saw/smelt the freshly washed clothes she was carrying which led him to look over. Mind numbing.
“This house is revolting, don’t you think?” Bruno questioned Maria.
Why was Bruno asking such questions? He looked at Maria, asking if she agrees with his previous quote,demanding an answer. The soon realised his father wasn’t the man Bruno once thought he was.
