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Bitte und Danke, Hannah.
Things had changed for Lina Glass.
She had found herself living in a house that could almost be called a home.
Of course, it could not be called a home.
For it to be a home there would have to be a family, and pets, and noise.
There was, of course, family, pets and noise. But it was not her family.
Nor her pets or noise. So as she tried to scrub the charcoal off her fingers one sunny morning, she figured she would just have to get used to it.
But as she thought that, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get used to it.
It seemed to her that the moment she got used to something, got used to noise, or family or pets.
Got used to everything that comes with having a family.
Once you get comfortable, it can be swept away like ashes in the wind. No getting used to it was not a good idea...
"Ready to go squirt?" Gordon asked as he walked into the kitchen cheerfully.
"Almost." Lina mumbled, still scrubbing at her blackened fingertips.
"What's all over your hands?" Gordon asked as he held up her fingers to his face.
"Charcoal." She said wiping her hands on a dish cloth.
"What did you do?" Gordon asked raising his hands in the air. "Stick your hands in the fireplace?"
Lina did not answer but instead said, "We're out of dish soap." She pointed to the bottle of Simone's frilly bath soap she had been trying to get the blackened wood off her fingertips with.
Gordon nodded and looked around the room, patting himself like an old man looking for his keys.
"You all finished?" He asked.
"I guess." Lina said nodding as she reached around the kitchen table, grasping for her brand-spanking-new black backpack.
Lina sighed and headed toward the back door, Shorty at her feet, yipping sympathetically.
