Silence. Mari’s mother looked down at her plate. Her uncle Hans had a strange smile on his face. He didn’t smile much.
-Where did you hear that name? Her grandmother’s voice was shaking. Mari wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear. Maybe it was both, or something else. She didn’t answer.
-I said, where did you hear that name?
-I didn’t hear it, Mari said. I found a drawing…
Another long silence. No one said anything. Her grandma looking at straight at her. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
-He was your brother, Uncle Hans said… (More)