The Bendtner FamilyThere was a spot in the sitting area, on the wood floors, that creaked every time someone stepped over it. Fritha adored stepping over the tiny spot, adored the sound it made when her weight forced it down.
When she was a little child, that is to say smaller even than she was then, Fritha had been too light for the crack to make itself heard under her feet. She watched her older sister, Agathe, and how the floors appeared to talk to her when she moved, as if they wanted her to know that her presence was noted and that she deserved to hear their voice. But the voices did not speak to Fritha. As young as she was, she was still not worthy.
Fritha avoided the spot for a long while after that, skipping over it or stepping around, elated with how strong her family was if the
