Andre came straight to me, very angry:
“Han, tell her to give my sister back! Sasha doesn’t want to be with her!” he told me, then turned toward the blonde woman with a ferocity that left me just as stunned as it did her. “My sister doesn’t like you—can’t you understand that?”
“Look, kid, your sister has to eat, it’s been hours since—” the woman began, annoyed.
Hans cut her off with a growl that made the blonde look at him and fall silent. I turned toward him, and he approached me, extending his hand kindly:
“I’m Hans Schneider. Do you remember me?” he asked. I nodded and returned the greeting calmly, in full “hostess” mode for the first time since all of this had begun. “Andre insists that you get along very well with the little one. Would you like to try feeding her? She hasn’t wante
