A woman was still crying and screaming upstairs, while the two in front of us sounded as if they were still releasing their hatred on the meanwhile three corpses.
"How long are you covering my eyes?" I asked Henry.
"Until they aren't naked anymore," he answered decisively.
"But you can look, or what?"
"Are you jealous?" He asked annoyingly, as if I just had exposed myself or as if he had caught me in the act.
What the hell?
I sighed, blaming myself for starting to argue with him in the first place.
"Sven, give the clothes around you to the girls," I said loudly, and although I hadn't intended to stop them from abusing the corpses, the noises around the women ceased, and it went utterly silent.
Oh yes, and I hadn't forgotten Sven, who had been sitting silently in between shopping bags on the floor the whole time.
"Oh... me? Oh…" I heard him answer, his voice sounding younger than his body looked; maybe that guy is really only fourteen or something.
