Oh, don't look like that, I do know about these things! He frowned at her, then his expression cleared and he shook his head. His grey hair—once as red as Maddy's— was thinning and his white moustache was stained yellow on the tips by tobacco. He was playing with her. I trust you not to tell him; but we know he will find out eventually.
Kristian spoke with such warmth and authority that she felt herself being swallowed by it. For a few seconds his words petrified her. Look after my sister. It's hard to remember.
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