“
Bring it in.” Herr Reitmann's scowl had softened. “You both have some crazy notions of what going over a jump ought to look like.” He emphasized the word over. “You both have talent, I can't deny that. It wasn't a stellar performance, but I'll train you. Tomorrow morning, be here at seven.”
“In the morning?” I squeaked. Now my voice worked.
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― Leaving My Father's House
― Leaving My Father's House
“
Well, hello there. And welcome. You must be the German gal.”
I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak.
“It's nice to meet you,” she said in a loud voice.
“She's German, not deaf,” Henry murmured. “This is Mrs. Price. She takes care of the staff.
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― Leaving My Father's House
― Leaving My Father's House
