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“‘That’s impossible,’ I say
out loud to myself, ‘he’s—’”
“Anni!” Master Baker Reindl
interrupted them, shoving
her long, lean body between
Anni and her daughter. “Your
rolls are getting cold.”
Anni
nodded,
silently
gathered her things, and set
off. Back at the somebodies’
house she put the rolls in
the breadbasket, covered
them with a kitchen towel,
went to her room, pressed
her face deep into the
pillow, and screamed: “He’s
burned, he’s burned, he’s
burned!” Afterward she felt
a bit better, washed herself,
and went to milk the cows,
shaking her head. She tried
a few more times to get
her hands on the leather
boots her father had made,
but had to concede that it
was as good as impossible
to separate a Klöble from
something she liked. And
Mina loved her boots.