Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Zöe Beck “My parents are older.” “So are mine.” “And Silvana’s mother?” “She actually looks pretty good for a mother,” Cem said, and I had to admit he was right. “If this comes out…” “Maybe he was just being nice, because her husband had been fighting with her,” Cem said. I might not have ever really done anything with a girl, but I could tell the difference between a harmless and a not-so- harmless hug. “I don’t think we should tell anyone,” I said. And Cem nodded.

Obviously someone else had seen Herr Schneider and Silvana’s mother. When Thorsten, Michael, Cem, and I entered the schoolyard the following foggy April morning, somebody had sprayed red words on the ground: “Schneider loves pizza.” The word “pizza” was decorated with a sprinkling of little hearts. Herr Schneider failed to showup at the school after that, supposedly because he had come down with a bad stomach bug. None of us believed that for a second. Silvana seemed to have fallen totally mute. The teachers left her alone, and the girls she normally hung out with did as well. During the long recesses, she started regularly

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