Jeanne did not pretend she were not intensely curious about what the meeting with Ms. Milovskaya would hail. She couldn’t it imagine it being about school, but she had been assured it was not about Ms. Roma, either. What a curiosity. But Jeanne had been honest—she was full of curiosities herself.
She broached the subject of escape and permissions with Maman and Papa that morning at breakfast; Gramaman was still asleep, but she had not been feeling well for the past few days and the rest of the household had elected to let her rest.
“I need to stay late again after school.” It was strange, to her, that she had to ask these last days for permission to be out, but the shift in dynamics was tangible. This was something she had to do so she did it, even if she never had before.
“Why?” Mama
