He had been telling me that nothing could touch him.

After taking the boy away from under my very eyes to kill him--the loving, innocent, harmless lad.

My own, I tell you.

He was lying on the couch quite easy--after killing the boy--my boy.

I would have gone on the streets to get out of his sight.
And he says to me like this: 'Come here,' after telling me I had helped to kill the boy.