As it turned out it was not Andre's mother. It was a greasy-looking man in his forties, holding a camera with thd light on.
"Hi, I'm from--"
"AAAIIIIIEEEEE!" Andre began sctlreaming every obscenity from the book as he sprinted to the kitchen. He returned with the whole knife drawer, and began throwing the blades. The man took the hint and ran out as fast as he could.