“What does this say?” I asked when Zoey walked by. She stopped and looked over my shoulder.
“Mischievous.” She said. “It means that they like causing trouble.”
I looked back at the word. So many of the letters were pronounced in the weirdest way and nothing like how they were pronounced in any of the other words. Zoey just walked back to Mia like it was obvious that it was ‘mischievous’.
I showed it to Catalina, who just shrugged and tried to read the back of another book. She also couldn’t read much, though more than I had been able to when I came here, and I offered that she joins my lessons. The only problem was that she never had the time to actually sit down and read something, which made it a much slower process for her.
We were in the tea room, which I had ordered to be sligh
