There were two dormitories, one for boys and one for girls. As the dormitory for girls was larger, some of the smaller boys slept in our dormitory as well. Bright-coloured quilts covered the beds, and the walls had flowered wallpaper on them. On each side of the dormitory were wardrobes and chests of drawers, and at the very end was a large window overlooking the garden. Even now, at night-time, we could see a silhouetted tree doing a shadow dance outside. ‘Look,’ Greta said to me. ‘Our names are on our beds. And clothing and hair ribbons too. Rachel, our beds are side by side. That is because we are friends, like sisters. Would you like to be my sister? Just until I find my family, of course, then we shall go our separate ways.’ I nodded. Although I loved the way Greta talked with such enthusiasm, I wondered about her. We were the same age, yet Greta seemed much younger than me. Would the endless chatter drive me crazy in time? Still, it had advantages and took my mind off other things.
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