The first mention of Arnold’s parents stuck out to me: “He got up from the floor and went down the stairs, the laughter continuing, like hiccups, against his will. But when he opened the staircase door and entered the parlor, he hunched up his shoulders and was quiet because his parents slept in the bedroom downstairs.” He’s afraid of waking them.
Great question, who do we become when we're not sure we are loved. Exactly.
The first mention of Arnold’s parents stuck out to me: “He got up from the floor and went down the stairs, the laughter continuing, like hiccups, against his will. But when he opened the staircase door and entered the parlor, he hunched up his shoulders and was quiet because his parents slept in the bedroom downstairs.” He’s afraid of waking them.