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“You speak English!” I roared at Asger. “Why didn’t you say that earlier? Why go through all the charades?”
His mother started to laugh, making her hands shake while she poured us some tea.
“Be gentle on him,” she chuckled. “His English is very limited. He refused to learn it as a child, but he understands a lot more than he lets on.” She turned to him. “Asger, have you been naughty?”
I couldn’t help myself, I snorted. He looked downtrodden, as if he was a boy who was being chastised by his mother.
“Apologise to our guest,” she demanded.
“Sorry,” he muttered, not meeting my eyes. “I sorry.”
“I am sorry,” his mother corrected. “I wish you hadn’t been so stubborn when you were a boy. Knowing a second language can be so helpful.”
Asger grumbled something into his beard. I
