Whenever she visited the mother, the boy was playing with a small plastic gun, the only toy he had. Waltraud never saw him aim it at any target, but he was always busy opening and closing the gun, as if he were reloading it.
वॉलट्राऊटने कधी त्याला कोणत्याही निशाणावर बंदूक रोखताना पाहिले नाही तर बंदूक उघडून ती पुन्हा बंद करणे, जणू काय तो बंदूकीत गोळी घालतोय, ह्‍यातच तो गुंगलेला असल्याचे ती पाहायची.