Harry had been pacing the kitchen and was the first down the hall and to the front door when Ilsa rang the bell. He opened the door and stood in stunned silence, leaving the new arrivals on the porch.Mavis came up behind him. She gently nudged him to the side."Welcome,” she said to Gerard's cousins. “Come on in."Theobald, his wife Uda and Ilsa came in. Ilsa's daughter stood frozen, staring at Harry."Don't be rude, Marit,” Ilsa said, and pulled her daughter by the hand into the house.Mavis poked Harry in the back."Sorry,” he said. “I'm Harry.""Hello, Harry. I'm Ilsa, and this is my daughter Marit.” Ilsa held her hand out, and Harry took it."Is this my brother?” Marit asked Mavis in nearly unaccented English."This is one of them.""He's very old,” Marit said, staring at Harry's face."Would you like to meet the rest of your brothers?” Mavis asked with a glance at Ilsa. Ilsa smiled encouragement.Mavis took Marit by the hand and led her into the kitchen. She completed the introductions, and although Marit wasn't very impressed with her grown brothers, her face lit up when she realized she was an aunt and that she had a niece who was just two years her junior.
