He said that family had done something stupid; they'd brought a madman into their home. That child was suffering from something no one knew what; that child was a monster. I interrupted him, asking, "How can I not understand? A monster?" "Yes, yes, a monster in human form," he said. "How so?" He told me to be patient. That boy was a man of few words, and that family loved to go out and show off; they had money, so they loved to be seen. I told him what happened to them. They all died.
He said, "Yes, do you know why?" I looked at him, terrified, and he said loudly, "Do you know, do you know what it's like to be alone despite having a family?" He slammed his hands on the table. I was startled, but I remained seated, controlling myself. He said, "Do you think I'm crazy? No, I'm not."
To be continued