Once, home on a brisk autumn morning, she and her sister sang together in a beam of lamplight, improvising nonsense lyrics in the living room.
“We’re so weird,” Sofia shouted, grinning at her.
Once, home on a brisk autumn morning, she and her sister sang together in a beam of lamplight, improvising nonsense lyrics in the living room.
“We’re so weird,” Sofia shouted, grinning at her.