"[I am, truly,]" Autor says, grinning at her. He translates for his mother, who nods.
A little, black-haired girl hovers by the doorway, unsure if she should enter the kitchen.
"::Hello, sleepyhead! It's nearly lunchtime!::" Autor says to his sister, encouraging her to come inside with a gesture. She enters the kitchen shyly at first, but soon her steps turn into skipping.
"::I wasn't sleeping, I was playing with my dolls,::" Clara says, sticking her tongue out at him. "::Who is your friend?::"
"::This is Miss Oswald, my new French teacher,::" Autor says, and then turns to Oswin. "[Miss Oswald, this is Clara, my sister.]"
"Bonjour," Clara says, lighting up with a smile. "::That's all the French I know.::"
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A little, black-haired girl hovers by the doorway, unsure if she should enter the kitchen.
"::Hello, sleepyhead! It's nearly lunchtime!::" Autor says to his sister, encouraging her to come inside with a gesture. She enters the kitchen shyly at first, but soon her steps turn into skipping.
"::I wasn't sleeping, I was playing with my dolls,::" Clara says, sticking her tongue out at him. "::Who is your friend?::"
"::This is Miss Oswald, my new French teacher,::" Autor says, and then turns to Oswin. "[Miss Oswald, this is Clara, my sister.]"
"Bonjour," Clara says, lighting up with a smile. "::That's all the French I know.::"
"[She says she doesn't know anymore French.]"