Author's POV:
"Can you please throw it down?" Norman requested, not taking the stairs up.
"Why don't you come and take it? I have an injury on my arm, so I cannot throw it," the woman said, and Norman began to contemplate. His father was right in the next building, so if these people tried something, he could always scream.
"Even besides, Norman, we know how alone you are. They are making you act like a grown-up, but you are just a child."
The way the man said it, Norman's eyes bugged out.
"How do you know my name?" Norman asked, confused.
"Oh, we know everything about you, Norman. We also know that your mother screams at you. She always hits your brothers. She even wishes Kaye was never born."
Norman was getting lost hearing these two strangers know so much about their lives. Had they been spying on them? Their mansion was pretty broken. It was an old mansion. They could be peering into the windows and getting all the information on them.
