She took Claudia’s hand. ‘Welcome to my home. Are you hungry?’ ‘No, thank you.’ Claudia’s cereal had digested hours ago, but she was shy about eating here. And if Mrs Chang stuck burning sticks in her toes, what sort of food would she serve? Mrs Chang shook Grandpa’s hand. So the teeth checking w...
She was already on edge, uncertain about what was expected of her, or of the students. If a group of brawny six-foot warriors—or in this case supposedly ex-warriors—could be referred to as students. They arrived singly, in pairs, chattering, silent, some hand in hand. She smiled. ‘Ni sã bula.’ ‘G...
It was almost as long as the list for how to behave inside the house. Mrs Paterson had finished with, ‘Don’t let the Jenkins children lead you into trouble.’ She had not said what kind of ‘trouble’. Audrey wished she had. That might have made the list more interesting. But Mrs Paterson had rules ...