"::She likes soufflés,::" Autor says to his mother, who nods thoughtfully.

"::I've never been good at soufflés,::" she confesses, and Autor translates. She tosses the potatoes in the pot of boiling water. "::They fall too often.::"

Clara leans against Autor's side. "::I'm hungry.::"

"::Run along and play, Clara,::" Erna says, and Clara bounces off. "::Your rolls are baking nicely.::"

"[She says your rolls are baking nicely,]" Autor says. "[They smell good, too.]"