Chapter Thirty: Declamation.
As Hera was playing random snippets of music on the piano for her morning practice, Francesca asked Attie to come upstairs. "Oh Attie," she said to her cousin. "I have a poem for you."
The Lion grumbled as she waited for Francesca. The plump girl took out a book and began, "There's an adrenaline maniac in the house, whose steps are full of bounce."
|"You're no fun."|
"I don't think it was particularly fun," Attie snarled.
Meanwhile, the music downstairs stopped suddenly. Hera remained at the piano and placed a hand on her nose.
|"Eureka! I can play Korobeiniki by memory!"|
"I don't take too kindly to poetic types like you, they're too frippery, too wishy washy, and you don't know how to make a stand!" Attie snapped at Francesca.