Post by mac on Dec 20, 2016 22:48:12 GMT
Tempest nodded at her comment about some friend marriages ending in shambles. Funnily enough, it made her think about the friends she had left in Germany. No, she didn’t think either of the boys had betrayed her. They were both accepting of her for who she was and what she identified as. They got her dresses and played with her as though nothing was amiss. Tempest loved them dearly – but she assumed what must have happened was that one of their parents had found out and spread news. They wouldn’t have hurt her maliciously. If Tempest believed that their parents wouldn’t figure out who she was, she would have looked the boys up on Facebook and added them to keep in touch. But she knew their parents followed them – and until she discovered a social media their parents didn’t know of, she refused to risk her and Adalbert’s safety.
Despite everything she did love it here in America. She smiled over at Gwen, her quirky-but-fun best friend who couldn’t pronounce a lick in German. ”Nein, you pronounced it wrong,” she said, but she didn’t get angry about it. She knew Gwen didn’t know German and it was refreshing to hear her struggle with it at times. It helped Tempest feel less dumb when she could not understand English well.
As the two headed back to the kitchen – Tempest could hear the sounds of Adalbert and Dorothy in there preparing the food – she glanced over at Gwen.
”A nature hike sounds like a good idea. I have not bene out there in a while – “ She smiled when Gwen said she’d make her a flower crown. ”I have never been good at making crowns. But you, although you are not good at making regular art, make great crowns.” She said.
Tempest entered the kitchen, catching a whiff of the dinner being warmed up.