"Really? I hadn't noticed." They've known each other since they were seven or eight," said Mrs. Williams, forcing a smile to hide her concern. "They'r... just friends, good friends, chums, from school. You knew that." She paused, thinking. "And there was that business with the soldier."Robert nodded and bit into the apple carefully, wishing he had more of his own front teeth. "I'll tell him."Seth was perched on a wobbly stool, steadily milking the family's cow when he became aware of somebody. But I feel I need to speak to her about this as an adult.”“OK.” I realised I sounded a bit grudging. “If that’s what you want me to do.”“She’s becoming important in your life, isn’t she?”“Yes, she is.” Was she worried that Mutti Frida would replace her? “But I know you’re my mother.”She looked at me about to say something – and then we heard my sister at the back door and my mother shot upstairs – to wash her face and reapply her minimal makeup, I suspected.My sister gave me a vicious look when. I fell to the ground, hitting my side on the pavement. I whimpered as I saw the looming figure standing above me.“It seems you didn’t get far.” He chuckled. I attempted to scoot away as he kneeled, but he grabbed my ankle.“Please don’t hurt me! Please let me go!” I begged, trying to get away from him. “I have money in my bag, you can have the car, but just please let me go!”This statement seemed to have angered him. Malice flashed in his eyes before he reached up my skirt. Now I really began. “Which school?” showing off my knowledge of the crazy quilt conglomerate of campuses that are CUNY.“Hunter. On 41st Street.”“Then you must be enrolled in the Art School.”Her smile flashes and something thrills inside me. “Yes, in Studio Art. Are you from the City? How do you know so much about CUNY?”“No, no, I’m from Houston,” suddenly aware of my Indian accent, “although I travel to New York frequently. But every educated person knows of Hunter College. I have friends who have gone there, or.