Post by A new friend on Dec 12, 2023 0:42:10 GMT -5
Francine didn't remember exactly when she met Yakov Mikhailovich Berger. However, they had been in contact for a few months. Things weren't going well in Ukraine, Yakov had told her one day. “We will have to leave for Kremenets soon,” he confided to her in one of their long-distance conversations. Francine had never explained to anyone, much less her parents, how these conversations happened. Yes, because they were mental. Mr and Mrs Glissant would never have understood and the little girl feared being locked up in some mental hospital. She then simply told them that she had a Ukrainian friend named Yakov.
It was a rainy day – one of many in Sapperton – when Francine sat in the hall doing her homework. She couldn't solve a math problem on numerical expressions and so she decided to put her notebook aside and start reading a book. In this Phone Number Data way she had devoured the entire home library and almost all the books available in the city library. «You have to calculate the powers first and then the subtractions». The voice came from inside Francine's head. The little girl instinctively turned left and right, but she was alone in the room. “Hi, I'm Yakov,” the voice said again. Francine got scared, put down the book and went to check the whole house. Doors and windows were closed, parents were outside.
There was really no one there. She must have been daydreaming, as she often did. “Can you hear me?” asked the voice. «But who are you?», the little girl then asked, still scared. “I'm Yakov, I told you,” said that voice again, a little resentful this time. «I live in Ukraine. What is your name?" “I… I'm Francine.” “My pleasure, Francine.” If at first the little girl was taken by surprise by that unusual chat - in reality it was like talking to a ghost, even though Yakov had assured her several times that he was alive and well - she soon became convinced that something must have happened in the air. Perhaps a breach in space had opened and the distance between Sapperton and Ukraine was now reduced to zero.
It was a rainy day – one of many in Sapperton – when Francine sat in the hall doing her homework. She couldn't solve a math problem on numerical expressions and so she decided to put her notebook aside and start reading a book. In this Phone Number Data way she had devoured the entire home library and almost all the books available in the city library. «You have to calculate the powers first and then the subtractions». The voice came from inside Francine's head. The little girl instinctively turned left and right, but she was alone in the room. “Hi, I'm Yakov,” the voice said again. Francine got scared, put down the book and went to check the whole house. Doors and windows were closed, parents were outside.
There was really no one there. She must have been daydreaming, as she often did. “Can you hear me?” asked the voice. «But who are you?», the little girl then asked, still scared. “I'm Yakov, I told you,” said that voice again, a little resentful this time. «I live in Ukraine. What is your name?" “I… I'm Francine.” “My pleasure, Francine.” If at first the little girl was taken by surprise by that unusual chat - in reality it was like talking to a ghost, even though Yakov had assured her several times that he was alive and well - she soon became convinced that something must have happened in the air. Perhaps a breach in space had opened and the distance between Sapperton and Ukraine was now reduced to zero.