Chapter 27 The Painter I

• THE PAINTER
• - Well... – she smiled and sipped the rest of the coffee from her cup – I'm not a good hotel, but I offer a family atmosphere. And who would prefer a place as impersonal as a hotel to a home living with their blood family, having the opportunity to be surrounded by affection?
• I! I thought immediately. But I had already committed so many atrocities that I was afraid that woman would send me away and I would stay in that citadel with nowhere to go, no way to survive.