But he did not look startled, only sleepy.
“Andre, it’s three in the morning, what are you...?”
“What are you doing?” he asked me, before I could finish speaking.
I hesitated for an instant. But I had been caught red-handed, so...
“I’m... putting Mom’s things in order a little, to see what is worth keeping and what we can throw out with the trash,” I explained to him, without any more detours.
“At three in the morning?” he replied, not without a certain irritated irony.
“Well...”
I preferred to keep quiet, and waited for his reaction in silence. Andre moved away from the door and came closer, knelt beside a box and took out a couple of things, while I watched him. His expression was serious while he studied the objects. At that moment, he was looking at the covers of some music CDs,
