"The police suspect he threw himself out of the window."
"Well, who knows..."
She sighs. I realize that she doesn’t want to talk.
"You can’t think of anything that can help me?"
"I live with my husband who is disabled. We almost never go out. We don"t see anyone. The boy lived on the third floor. We will have met him perhaps a couple of times. When he jumped, we didn"t notice anything in our house."
"Do you think he jumped too, then?"
She shakes her head.
"Everyone says he jumped, so I say he jumped."
She looks oppressed.
"Why?" she adds, "what do you think?"
I imagine the boy arguing with someone, in the rain. He"s not a quarrelsome type, it’s written on his face that he"s not a troublemaker. The tones of voice become harsh. Offensive words fly. The antagonist has so
