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Show 109 "That's my teacher, Miss Petrov," Karl whispered excitedly. "What's she doing here?" "Yulyona? She and Veronica are good friends. They used to play together when they were little, before we moved to the house we live in now." "Why didn't you tell me she was a friend of your family?" Karl asked accusingly. "I told you she was my teacher, way back when school first started." Surprised, Andy answered, "I don't know why I didn't tell you. I didn't think it was important, I guess. What difference does it make?1 "It makes a lot of difference. You could've told me things about her." "Like what? What do you want to know?" "Just...things," Karl replied lamely. Andy raised his eyebrows, and then, as though to humor Karl, began, "Well, she's about the same age as Veronica...." "She's twenty-four," Karl said. "So she's a year older than Veronica. Anyway, her father is the cantor at the Russian Church." "Russian Orthodox Church," Karl corrected. "Yeah...well, her mother died...oh, maybe six years ago. Her brother died about three years ago." "Her brother Aleksei?" Karl asked. He'd read the inscription in the book of sonnets: For Yulyona Petrovna, from her loving brother Aleksei. |
