Sylvia's mother echoing through the house.
Now everyone was pretty much awake, Harry
thought. But when he looked beside him, he
saw that Sylvia still was in a deep sleep.
Did only the level of the noise wake him up?
Or was there something else? He knew that
sentence. That fucking had been the first
sentence from the German textbook. First
year in high school. Harry heard Johann
shouting back something unintelligible
from the master bedroom and stumble
down the stairs. He tried to wake Sylvia,
but she just mumbled a bit. Then he had
probably fallen asleep again. Whatever, he
wouldn't have gone downstairs on his one.
