Sophie put on a summer dress and hurried down to the kitchen. Her mother was standing by the kitchen table. Sophie decided not to say anything about the silk scarf.
“Did you bring in the newspaper?” she asked.
Her mother turned.
“Would you get it for me?”
Sophie was out of the door in a flash, down the gravel path to the mailbox.
Only the newspaper. She couldn’t expect an answer so soon, she supposed. On the front page of the paper she read something about the Norwegian UN battalion in Lebanon.