Chapter 5
Burian’s soft voice caught on a word, hesitated, and stuttered to a stop.
Dmitri looked up from his soapy bucket and tossed his head to flip wet hair out of his eyes. “Take your time,” he encouraged, giving the child a smile. If someone had asked him, he couldn’t have said what Burian was reading, but reading kept the boy’s mind active while keeping him out of trouble. He supposed that the laundry he worked at was a similar task.
“Uncle ‘Mitri,” said Burian after fu