The giggling continues. "You're nicer than the other men," decides the girl.
"Paulina!"
Uh oh. Mama bear's here.
"Bitte, child, do not talk on the radio." Her tone's scolding, but otherwise it's worlds apart from any Sinclair has heard from her before. It's not the kind of voice that thinks the listener needs a punch in the teeth. At worst it's the voice of a mother who'd really like her child to stop running in the road.
It's probably the most human she's ever sounded.
"But he's not a bad man," says Paulina.
"Off the chair, come now. Isabel, this does not mean you will climb up. Down, the both of you."
"Aaaaaaawwww, mama!"
"I am sure I told you all to be practicing the spelling -- This is Sinclair?" she adds to the microphone, in between herding six-year-olds. She only heard the tail end of his voice, but it was enough for a positive identification. And what on earth is Sinclair radioing her for? "I am quite busy."
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"Paulina!"
Uh oh. Mama bear's here.
"Bitte, child, do not talk on the radio." Her tone's scolding, but otherwise it's worlds apart from any Sinclair has heard from her before. It's not the kind of voice that thinks the listener needs a punch in the teeth. At worst it's the voice of a mother who'd really like her child to stop running in the road.
It's probably the most human she's ever sounded.
"But he's not a bad man," says Paulina.
"Off the chair, come now. Isabel, this does not mean you will climb up. Down, the both of you."
"Aaaaaaawwww, mama!"
"I am sure I told you all to be practicing the spelling -- This is Sinclair?" she adds to the microphone, in between herding six-year-olds. She only heard the tail end of his voice, but it was enough for a positive identification. And what on earth is Sinclair radioing her for? "I am quite busy."