“For goodness sake, call me Emil. It’s about time.”
He sat down on one of the chairs.
“As you please. And you must call me Clara.” She took a piece of paper from the writing desk and thought for a few seconds. Then she wrote:
Can you please wash out the paint tubs and see if the pictures are dry? It will be nice if they can take them home today. I’m sorry I can’t greet you personally. I’m having a meeting with Dr Kühn this afternoon. I hope we’ll be finished before the children go home.
“I’ll just pop this in the kitchen,” said Clara. “That should do the trick, I think...
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