“Come inside. Where have you been? How did you get here? You must be hungry. Have you heard from Mutter?” Ursula interlaced her arm with Richard’s, leaving Katrina feeling like the proverbial fifth wheel, and showered him with questions, not giving him the time to answer even one of them. “I can’t believe you’re back,” she uttered time and again.
They’d barely settled around the huge kitchen table when a voice cried from the back door of the house. “Richard! Good gracious!“
“Aunt Lydia. It’s been such a long time. You can’t imagine how happy I am to see you.” Richard hugged the older woman, almost chocking on his emotions. She wasn’t his mother but seeing her and Ursula filled him with joy. Then he shook hands with each of the six children lined up behind her.
“You have grown a lot, Jör
