Chapter 7
THEY SAT DOWN on the floor, while in the hallway downstairs, Koby pulled back the bolts that held the door shut.
“No, no,” she was saying. “I was just talking to the master. He’s in the library waiting for you.”
Someone replied, the voice too soft to recognise or make out words.
“What are we doing here?” Roald asked in a too-loud voice. “Hiding? I like playing hide and seek.”
“Shh. It’s a game. Be very, very quiet now.”
He nodded. “I like playing hide and seek. You know I used to play it with—”
“Shhh!”
He giggled, but covered his mouth with his hand so he didn’t make any noise.
Like this, he looked like an overgrown child, his eyes bright, innocent to the terrible things people did to each other. She loved him for that simple, unconditional attention that he gave her. Ne
