Liesel’s arms rested on Greta’s shoulders. The steps felt heavier than before, as if she no longer had the strength to move forward. Somehow she managed to make it to the worn sofa and fell with a plop. Liesel smoothed her hair and muttered calming platitudes into her ear.
“So your American, he’s gone?” One solemn nod was her answer. Liesel continued to chatter away. “Now, chin up. This is no time for despair. Let fate be your guide, and if it is meant to be, you will be together again.”
Greta slumped against the sofa. “Do you really believe so?”
“Do I believe in fate? My dear child, after everything you have been through in the past few years, how could you not believe that the universe has plans for us all?” She walked towards the kitchen. “What we need is lots of coffee and cake.”
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