No sound came from the other side.
Attila swallowed dryly. There were pills in there!
“Give me back the paper,” his father shouted. For the longest time nothing was said. Then his father raised his leg and kicked in the door. His mother was on the toilet, whimpering, shivering.
He and his brother were told to go back to sleep. His mother sat back down at the table. She had put on an extra sweater and now she wore two sweaters over her nightgown. When she finally told his father about the soccer jersey, Attila heard his father inhale deeply. His mother said smoke was getting into her eyes; his father pushed the tip of his cigarette into the tea and listened for the hiss. “Just like your sister. To send the boy clothes he can’t wear. It was deliberate. Last Christmas he asked for a compas
