Meet The One, The Only…Magda

Zizi brushed a loose strand of hair off her forehead. “No…yes…well, yes and no, I kind of remembered.”

“What made you think Aunt Magda would be here?” Nadia asked, as she poked at the last pillow. Then she stood up straight and looked at Zizi. “She hasn’t called me or anything.”

Just as the last word drifted out of her mouth, the front door rattled and it began to open. Aunt Magda entered, pulling the arm of a young girl. “Come, come, don’t be shy.”

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