At that moment, Lucia was criticizing Stein with Mr. Jilard.
"He even has a revolver." The words were directed at Lucia, but Mr. Jilard's eyes were fixed on Stein. "We don't know where he has hidden it, we once saw him fiddling with it in the backyard."
"My God, Stein." Lucia stared at her brother with wide eyes. "Where did you get a gun?"
"I bought it with my own savings," Stein replied, "I didn't spend a single penny from the family."
"He earned that money from selling newspapers," Mr. Jilard explained angrily. "We thought he was planning to help with the household expenses, but he used it to buy a gun instead."
"You should hand it over, it's too dangerous." Lucia's eyes were filled with worry as she looked at Stein. He wasn't old enough to use a gun, and more importantly, no one had taught him how to use it properly.
"No," Stein responded resolutely, "I need the weapon to protect myself, and to protect this family."
Lucia rolled her eyes angrily, unsure of what to say.
