Fortuna turns to her with fire in her eyes. “A teacher has to be an example. And you are no example to my daughter”
Before Becca has even stepped out of the sunlight and over the dim threshold, Allegra runs up to her, and lets out a stream of words. Becca stops, kneels down to meet Allegra at eye level.
Wonder of wonders. The words have gone from black ink in a dictionary to living, breathing expressions of, in this case, worry. Where had she been? Had she been out alone? Mama was furious. Someone had come to see her, and no one had known what to say.
“There was someone to see me.” Becca reaches out and brushes the little girl’s dark hair from her eyes. “About the school, yes? A man?”
“Yes. And he sat here for a while, but then said you should go and see him in the Alliance school, tomorrow.”
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