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.He sent her on herway and busied himself with his video collection.The only thing that he had that was in German was thesubtitled version ofDas Boot.She might understand the language, but what she would think of a U-Boatand the war he didn't even want to consider.He wanted something light and happy.Something that could bridge the language barrier.Something likea slow smile crossed his face as he found the tape that he wanted.Language would still be hard, but thesituation would be something that she could relate to.Hell, she might even know the story.Errol Flynn swung across the screen, his green hunter's tights and feathered hat displayed in brilliantTechnicolor green.Anna clapped her hands as the wondrous story unfolded, occasionally shouting at theactors when she could see what they didn't.George sat back and relaxed.Far from being frightened bythe movie, Anna seemed to be enthralled.The story of Robin Hood was, after all, set in medievalEngland, a land not that much different than medieval Germany.After the movie, George led Anna back to the kitchen.He spoke over his shoulder while he starteddinner."I hope that you don't mind a light dinner, Anna.I don't usually eat much late in the day.Gives meindigestion no matter what it is." He had been washing two large russet potatoes as he spoke and thenwalked over to the microwave oven.He poked each potato with a fork several times and placed themon a paper towel, then turned the oven on for twelve minutes.Anna looked carefully at the glowing box with the tubers in it, then looked at George."Was ist?" sheasked, and he was surprised to realize that he understood her."That is a microwave oven, Anna.It cooks food using radio waves to excite the water molecules in thefood oh, what am I saying? You don't understand any of it.Just wait until they're done and you'll see."George smiled and patted her on the shoulder as he walked back into the other room.* * *Anna followed him, wondering what wonders he was going to reveal to her next.What he revealed wasa tendency to sit quietly while his dinner cooked.He sat in a glider-rocker and looked out the window asthe sun set in the wrong place.He began to speak softly, more to himself than to her.Anna realized that he was talking to her about herparents, but didn't understand what he was saying.She thought that it was probably something aboutgetting rid of her, or keeping her as his servant.After all, he was a rich man with a huge mansion, yet hedidn't have servants.Just look at the room that he had had her clean.That was obviously meant forsomeone special.Especially that wonderfully soft and smooth blanket.She could only imagine royaltysleeping under something like that.* * *A bell chimed from the kitchen and George immediately went to get the potatoes.Anna, as always,trailed right behind him.He pointed to the cupboard to the left of the sink and said."Get two plates,"while he checked the tenderness of the potatoes with a fork.They were done, and done just right.Annahanded him two plates and he used the fork to lift a potato onto each, then handed one to Anna andnodded toward the table.Anna stared suspiciously at the steaming brown tuber on her plate while George got the butter from therefrigerator.She watched even closer when he used his fork to open it up, and quickly followed hisexample.She found the white interior to be just as hot as it looked, and sucked a burnt finger as sheglared at it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlGeorge chuckled and buttered his potato before sliding the butter over to Anna.She watched as hespread the butter and salted his potato before eating, and she copied him.Like just about everything else,she found the potato delicious.When they had finished eating, George allowed Anna to see to the dishes herself, smiling encouraginglyas she rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher.It was getting late and he had decided thateven if she wasn't tired, they were going to bed.He pantomimed going to sleep by putting his hands together and laying his head on them with his eyesclosed, and she nodded her understanding.She immediately went to the couch that she had slept on thenight before, but George caught her elbow before she could lie down."Upstairs, Anna.Your room."Anna looked at him with questions and uncertainty clear in her face, and he guided her to the stairs.Herbreath came just a little quicker as he led her up the stairs, but seemed to ease a little when they walkedpast his room.She was shocked when he opened the door of the room that they had cleaned and said,"Your room, Anna.For as long as you stay."Anna looked at him with wide eyes.George was tired and getting irritated, so he put a hand in the smallof her back and pushed her into the room."You, sleep, there," he said, pantomiming by pointing at her,putting his hands under his head, then pointing at the bed.Then he turned out the lights and closed thedoor, muttering under his breath the whole time.* * *Anna waited until she heard the door down the hall shut, then turned the lights back on.She lookedaround the room, warily checking every corner, before walking over to the bed.She touched thewonderful blanket again, trailing her fingers across it, and a deep sigh escaped her lips.It was so soft,and so much too fine for her.Could George really mean for her to stay here, to sleep in this soft bedunder that wondrous blanket?A tear, unbidden and unwanted, trickled down her cheek.It was all too much.How could she be here?She was a poor girl, a farmer's daughter, yet here she stood in a room fit for a lady, beside a bed fit for aqueen.She finally took a long, shuddering breath and nodded to herself.Ever-fickle fortune had smiledupon her when she hid in that barn.She would not examine her good fortune too closely, just in case itwas illusion [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He sent her on herway and busied himself with his video collection.The only thing that he had that was in German was thesubtitled version ofDas Boot.She might understand the language, but what she would think of a U-Boatand the war he didn't even want to consider.He wanted something light and happy.Something that could bridge the language barrier.Something likea slow smile crossed his face as he found the tape that he wanted.Language would still be hard, but thesituation would be something that she could relate to.Hell, she might even know the story.Errol Flynn swung across the screen, his green hunter's tights and feathered hat displayed in brilliantTechnicolor green.Anna clapped her hands as the wondrous story unfolded, occasionally shouting at theactors when she could see what they didn't.George sat back and relaxed.Far from being frightened bythe movie, Anna seemed to be enthralled.The story of Robin Hood was, after all, set in medievalEngland, a land not that much different than medieval Germany.After the movie, George led Anna back to the kitchen.He spoke over his shoulder while he starteddinner."I hope that you don't mind a light dinner, Anna.I don't usually eat much late in the day.Gives meindigestion no matter what it is." He had been washing two large russet potatoes as he spoke and thenwalked over to the microwave oven.He poked each potato with a fork several times and placed themon a paper towel, then turned the oven on for twelve minutes.Anna looked carefully at the glowing box with the tubers in it, then looked at George."Was ist?" sheasked, and he was surprised to realize that he understood her."That is a microwave oven, Anna.It cooks food using radio waves to excite the water molecules in thefood oh, what am I saying? You don't understand any of it.Just wait until they're done and you'll see."George smiled and patted her on the shoulder as he walked back into the other room.* * *Anna followed him, wondering what wonders he was going to reveal to her next.What he revealed wasa tendency to sit quietly while his dinner cooked.He sat in a glider-rocker and looked out the window asthe sun set in the wrong place.He began to speak softly, more to himself than to her.Anna realized that he was talking to her about herparents, but didn't understand what he was saying.She thought that it was probably something aboutgetting rid of her, or keeping her as his servant.After all, he was a rich man with a huge mansion, yet hedidn't have servants.Just look at the room that he had had her clean.That was obviously meant forsomeone special.Especially that wonderfully soft and smooth blanket.She could only imagine royaltysleeping under something like that.* * *A bell chimed from the kitchen and George immediately went to get the potatoes.Anna, as always,trailed right behind him.He pointed to the cupboard to the left of the sink and said."Get two plates,"while he checked the tenderness of the potatoes with a fork.They were done, and done just right.Annahanded him two plates and he used the fork to lift a potato onto each, then handed one to Anna andnodded toward the table.Anna stared suspiciously at the steaming brown tuber on her plate while George got the butter from therefrigerator.She watched even closer when he used his fork to open it up, and quickly followed hisexample.She found the white interior to be just as hot as it looked, and sucked a burnt finger as sheglared at it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlGeorge chuckled and buttered his potato before sliding the butter over to Anna.She watched as hespread the butter and salted his potato before eating, and she copied him.Like just about everything else,she found the potato delicious.When they had finished eating, George allowed Anna to see to the dishes herself, smiling encouraginglyas she rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher.It was getting late and he had decided thateven if she wasn't tired, they were going to bed.He pantomimed going to sleep by putting his hands together and laying his head on them with his eyesclosed, and she nodded her understanding.She immediately went to the couch that she had slept on thenight before, but George caught her elbow before she could lie down."Upstairs, Anna.Your room."Anna looked at him with questions and uncertainty clear in her face, and he guided her to the stairs.Herbreath came just a little quicker as he led her up the stairs, but seemed to ease a little when they walkedpast his room.She was shocked when he opened the door of the room that they had cleaned and said,"Your room, Anna.For as long as you stay."Anna looked at him with wide eyes.George was tired and getting irritated, so he put a hand in the smallof her back and pushed her into the room."You, sleep, there," he said, pantomiming by pointing at her,putting his hands under his head, then pointing at the bed.Then he turned out the lights and closed thedoor, muttering under his breath the whole time.* * *Anna waited until she heard the door down the hall shut, then turned the lights back on.She lookedaround the room, warily checking every corner, before walking over to the bed.She touched thewonderful blanket again, trailing her fingers across it, and a deep sigh escaped her lips.It was so soft,and so much too fine for her.Could George really mean for her to stay here, to sleep in this soft bedunder that wondrous blanket?A tear, unbidden and unwanted, trickled down her cheek.It was all too much.How could she be here?She was a poor girl, a farmer's daughter, yet here she stood in a room fit for a lady, beside a bed fit for aqueen.She finally took a long, shuddering breath and nodded to herself.Ever-fickle fortune had smiledupon her when she hid in that barn.She would not examine her good fortune too closely, just in case itwas illusion [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]