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Hans was surprised when Mary Lou asked him if he wanted to help. She must not care that he might burn the cupcakes, then. He almost asked her if she was sure and then decided not to. It wouldn’t do to make her change her mind and decide he wasn’t worth the time of day. “Okay,” he said, rocking...

Hans looked up as Mary Lou addressed him. Not one to easily say no, he finished his sandwich, approaching the counter as she waved him over. He stashed his dirty plate in the sink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. If his mother had seen that, she would have smacked him. “Uhm, not...

Hans looked up as Lou asked him a question, his mouth full of sandwich. The boy shook his head. He tried not to be demanding and had learned to deal with what was given to him. If he’d demanded a specific meal at his family home, he would have received whatever punishment his mother, aunt, or...

Hans was spreading cream cheese onto a slice of bread when Lou called him over. His face still hot, Hans obliged. Obedience had been drilled into him by the Kvalheims and it was hard to shake. He swallowed hard when Lou knelt in front of him and apologized. Hans nodded, feeling it was easier to...

Hans had spent the morning exploring outside and adding to his rock collection. He’d found one with embedded pieces that glittered when he held it up in the sunlight. With his new find stowed away in his trousers, he walked back to the house. He had worked up an appetite over the last several...

“What’s a No-Maj?” Hans wondered aloud as he followed Erik back into the house. He forgot to take off his shoes and coat this time. So had his uncle, apparently. He walked up the stairs, not sure what to expect. Hans stood there, a good distance from the two men. The room looked nice. Blue was...

Hans nodded when his uncle asked him if he liked tomato soup. He did, but even if he hadn’t, he would have said yes. Where he grew up, he learned early on to accept what was given to him and not complain. Being picky was a luxury other kids could afford. As soon as he drained his glass of milk...

The last few days had been a confusing mess for Hans. Within the span of a week, he'd found out his dad was dead, he was moving away from his family, and Hilde wasn't coming with him. He was carrying everything he owned in one bag and on his back. His great grandfather, the old man, had been all...