“Read the Baudelaires the poem you wrote about her,” Duncan said to his sister. “You write poetry?” Klaus asked. He had read a lot about poets but had never met one. “Just a little bit,” Isadora said modestly. “I write poems down in this notebook. It’s an interest of mine.” “Sappho!” Sunny shrieked, which meant something like “I’d be very pleased to hear a poem of yours!”
