The Table

Pawel Huelle

A week later there was a knock at our door and some strange men carried Mr Kaspar’s table into the living-room. It was round, with a walnut veneer, and utterly enraptured my mother. The squabbling and bickering stopped completely, and that day dinner went on for ages, just as if Grandma Maria had …

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