Peter, Stephen, and Becca ate apple strudel at the kitchen table. Nora had used up the last of her baking supplies to make them a goodbye treat.
“Are you ready to go tomorrow?” Peter asked Stephen, as he took a big bite of the pastry.
“The only reason I’m going is because Hans is going,” Stephen snarled.
“Maybe, you can get placed together with a nice family,” Becca said, “like Peter and me.”
Stephen shrugged. “I hope there’s a swimming pool we can use.”
“I hope they have apple strudel,” Peter said, as he ate another bite.
Despite his foul mood, Stephen laughed.
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