Water was dripping from the trees, Clara realised. She turned to Selda. “I think they’ll be back and the next time they’re here it will be spring. Adiv will soon be able to eat the fresh grass again.”
“You see,” said Clara. “We must always have hope.”
Kyla was jumping up and down. “Mutti Lehrs, do you think they’ll let me sing some of the songs I’ve practised? Tonight while we’re by the big fire?”
Clara stoked the girl’s hair. “I should think they will. And that will be very splendid indeed.”
Selda smiled and for the first time ever Clara thought she saw some light in the young woman’s eyes. &nb...
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