“It’s an old apartment, Leo,” he’d say, tapping the cracked surface with his knuckles. “Old things settle. They creak. It’s not a mystery.”
The silver light began to flicker.
Do you agree with Leo’s dad? Is the wall just “old,” or is there something more? Why might Leo think differently? Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7
“Took you long enough,” she said. “You’re… real?” I stammered. “It’s an old apartment, Leo,” he’d say, tapping