We Are Wolves chapter sampler

But then Frau Kruger snatches the pearls with her plump fingers and passes the goose to me. Mama has bought this goose with her precious pearls. She has paid too much! The dead goose swings back and forth from my hand, and I wait for Mama to object. Instead, she says, ‘Thank you, Frau Kruger.’ The farmer’s wife doesn’t reply. She is staring greedily at the pearls. Silly woman , I think. Mama’s beautiful pearls will look ridiculous with your milking smock and muddy clogs! A bitter feeling wells up inside me, but it’s quickly pushed aside by tummy rumblings and mouth waterings as I imagine the roast goose that will crowd our Christmas table tomorrow night. We make our way back through the village toward home. The wind is icy, but we are warm from the effort of carrying our goodies and the thoughts of the delicious feast ahead. ‘Onions and breadcrumbs and almonds,’ sighs Mama, her eyes almost closed as she describes the stuffing she’ll make for the goose. ‘What about currants?’ I ask hopefully. ‘Or raisins?’ ‘Yes, yes! Both!’ says Mama. ‘If I can find any. And nutmeg. Lots and lots of nutmeg! It will be the best stuffing I have ever made.’ ‘The best stuffing I have ever tasted !’ I clutch the heavy goose to my chest.

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