ZOSIAASKED, AMAZED. “I thought you wanted to talk seriously.”“Yes,” her father answered, “seriously enough that we should both remain sober.”“Oh, that bad, eh?” Zosia just could not bring herself to act serious; after all, she was no longer a little girl and she found her father’s summons to a tête-à-tête a bit too rich for words. Nevertheless, she had come as requested, alone, to her parents’ town house where they could discuss the details of her life in private.“Sophie, please!” Her father switched to English for some unfathomable reason.Zosia was no longer daunted by the language, and she quite happily switched as well. “Where’s Mother? Doesn’t she want to put in her two pfennigs’ worth?”“Tuppence,” her father said with irritation.“Two cents,” Zosia continued the linguistic game.“Enough!” Alex smacked his hand on the table. Then he sipped his tea and wondered if vodka would not have been a better idea. “Your mother says she trusts you and that she doesn’t want to take part in this .
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