My brother, , came into the room. He looked at the picture. “Mum, take it down” he said. "It's horrible!”
was very angry. “Don't talk about like that!” she said. She had a strange expression on her face. She stared at the painting.
“How do you know his name is ?” I asked.
Mum didn't hear me. She stared into the horrible eyes of the painting. [...]

Dad came home and went into the living room. He put his jacket on a chair and said, “Hello, dear. How was your day? I'm very hungry. Let's have dinner!”
didn't answer._______ looked at the painting. “Where did you get that horrible painting?” he asked. “Please take it down. I can't look at that painting every day.”
turned to . She spoke in a strange voice.