The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

urge to help his friend but he couldn’t think of anything he could do to make it better, and he could tell that Shmuel wanted to pretend it had never happened.
    Every day Bruno asked Shmuel whether he would be allowed to crawl underneath the wire so that they could play together on the other side of the fence, but every day Shmuel said no, it wasn’t a good idea.
    ‘I don’t know why you’re so anxious to come across here anyway,’ said Shmuel. ‘It’s not very nice.’
    ‘You haven’t tried living in my house,’ said Bruno. ‘For one thing it doesn’t have five floors, only three. How can anyone live in so small a space as that?’ He’d forgotten Shmuel’s story about the eleven people all living in the same room together before they had come to Out-With, including the boy Luka who kept hitting him even when he did nothing wrong.
    One day Bruno asked why Shmuel and all the other people on that side of the fence wore the same striped pyjamas and cloth caps.
    ‘That’s what they gave us when we got here,’ explained Shmuel. ‘They took away our other clothes.’
    ‘But don’t you ever wake up in the morning and feel like wearing something different? There must be something else in your wardrobe.’
    Shmuel blinked and opened his mouth to say something but then thought better of it.
    ‘I don’t even like stripes,’ said Bruno, although this wasn’t actually true. In fact he did like stripes and he felt increasingly fed up that he had to wear trousers and shirts and ties and shoes that were too tight for him when Shmuel and his friends got to wear striped pyjamas all day long.
    A few days later Bruno woke up and for the first time in weeks it was raining heavily. It had started at some point during the night and Bruno even thought that it might have woken him up, but it was hard to tell because once he was awake there was no way of knowing how that had happened. As he ate his breakfast that morning, the rain continued. Through all the morning classes with Herr Liszt, the rain continued. While he ate his lunch, the rain continued. And while they finished another session of history and geography in the afternoon, the rain continued. This was bad news for it meant that he wouldn’t be able to leave the house and meet Shmuel.
    That afternoon Bruno lay on his bed with a book but found it hard to concentrate, and just then the Hopeless Case came in to see him. She didn’t often come to Bruno’s room, preferring to arrange and rearrange her collection of dolls constantly during her free time. However, something about the wet weather had put her off her game and she couldn’t face playing it again just yet.
    ‘What do you want?’ asked Bruno.
    ‘That’s a nice welcome,’ said Gretel.
    ‘I’m reading,’ said Bruno.
    ‘What are you reading?’ she asked him, and rather than answer he simply turned the cover towards her so she could see for herself.
    She made a raspberry sound through her lips and some of her spit landed on Bruno’s face. ‘Boring,’ she said in a sing-song voice.
    ‘It’s not boring at all,’ said Bruno. ‘It’s an adventure. It’s better than dolls, that’s for sure.’
    Gretel didn’t rise to the bait on that one. ‘What are you doing?’ she repeated, irritating Bruno even further.
    ‘I told you, I’m trying to read,’ he said in a grumpy voice. ‘If some people would just let me.’
    ‘I’ve got nothing to do,’ she replied. ‘I hate the rain.’
    Bruno found this hard to understand. It wasn’t as if she ever did anything anyway, unlike him, who had adventures and explored places and had made a friend. She very rarely left the house at all. It was as if she had decided to be bored simply because on this occasion she didn’t have a choice about staying inside. But still, there are moments when a brother and sister can lay down their instruments of torture for a moment and speak as civilized human beings and Bruno decided to make this one of those moments.
    ‘I hate the rain too,’ he said. ‘I should be with Shmuel by now. He’ll think I’ve forgotten him.’
    The words were out of his mouth quicker than he could stop them and he felt a pain in his stomach and grew furious with himself for saying that.
    ‘You should be with who?’ asked Gretel.
    ‘What’s that?’ asked Bruno, blinking back at her.
    ‘Who did you say you should be with?’ she asked again.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ said Bruno, trying to think quickly. ‘I didn’t quite hear