Must we be grateful to you? She shakes her head. Of course not. My mother was supposed to get this house a long time back. Thirty years ago! Instead she got lies and promises. And you did nothing. Salome tries to shush him, but he keeps on. You lived off your family, you took their money, you didn’t want to make a fuss. Now because all of them are dead, you come and give us a present. I saw you looking at it. Nice, nè? Three fucked-up rooms with a broken roof. And we must be grateful?
