“Thank you for telling me; it helps to have a translator.” “I’m more than that,” she says with a sniffle. “I’m your friend, and hopefully, one day, your sister.” “I have something for you,” I reply impulsively. Turning to Vanderline, I ask, “May we be excused?” “Of course,” he nods, as he stands up from the table. All of the other men stand as well. Charisma seems delighted that I’ve freed her from the table early.
