The Broken Sofa
Fixing a sofa and finding a clue
After the big party, our old was completely .
Its legs were gone, and the cushions were on the floor.
"We should fix it today," I said with a sigh.
"You should not sit on it now," Leo warned me calmly.
He opened a with a , nails, and .
"Let's it together," he said in his flat voice.
"You should hold this leg, and I will use the ," Leo told me.
"Be careful! You shouldn't hit your finger," I said quickly.
Leo worked slowly, and he fixed one leg with strong .
"Don't move the yet," he said. "The is still wet."
Maybe we should buy a new , but Leo loved this old one.
"Pass me the , please," he said politely.
While I looked under the cushions, I found something strange.
It was a small golden with Leo's face on it.
"Leo, what is this?" I asked in surprise.
Leo took it quickly and put it in his pocket.
"You shouldn't touch my things," he said quietly.
"But why is your face on a golden ?" I asked.
Leo did not answer, and he just kept fixing the .
"We should finish the first," he said calmly.
I felt very , and I had a hundred questions.
Who was my quiet roommate, really?