good your English is.â
âI told youâmostly everyone in Estonia speaks English. After allââ Paavo turned around to face Nicholas, who stopped short behind him ââit is easy when there are only three words in the English language. What are they?â
âHuh?â
âItâs a riddle.â
âOh. I give up.â
âThe English language,â Paavo exclaimed triumphantly. âGet it? OneâThe. TwoâEnglish. ThreeâLanguage?â
âRight,â Nicholas said, forcing a smile.
âAnyway, youâll pick up some Estonian while youâre here. I think youâre taking a class at school. But I can teach you some things, as well.â
âIâd love that.â Secretly, Nicholas wanted the information, vocabulary and pronunciations to travel by osmosis from Paavoâs brain to his own so they could skip all the embarrassing times when Nicholas would feel inferior to Paavo, when he would feel beholden. Nicholas had a good earâthatâs what Senora Hall told him in Spanish IIâbut he wasnât sure where his talents lay in a language that sounded as though it had more vowels than consonants.
Nicholas followed Paavo meekly toward the door, feeling as though he were being brought to the gallows. In the small embankment outside baggage claim, the brisk air sent a shiver down his spine. Was it still September in Estonia? It felt so much colder. He zipped his jacket up to his nose, breathing in the salty, damp flavor of his unwashed self. He squinted at the streetlights; their contrast against the inky sky was blinding. A small brown Lada chugged at the curb, streaked with gray stripes of dirt as though it were aging. Paavo swung his suitcase into the trunk and nodded toward the passenger seat.
âPlease sit in the front.â
Nicholas opened the door and ducked his head, folding his legs in front of him. The car was warm and smelled like petrol and peppermint. âPapa, Nico. Nico, this is my father, Leo.â The man in the driverâs seat looked nothing like Paavo. He was broad and brown and hairy, reminding Nicholas of a big Russian bear. Leo grunted and grimaced, which Nicholas translated into a greeting and a smile. The evasive Estonian smile would emerge eventually. Coaxing it out of Leo would be one of Nicholasâs first challenges in the Sokolov household. Paavoâs father pulled at the gears, squeaking the car out of the airport road and onto a slip of a highway.
âDonât mind the car,â Paavo said. âPapa refuses to trade in his trusty Russian beast for something a bit more modern.â Leo threw off a few long sentences into the air. Nicholas tensed at the sound. Was that English? He couldnât be sure. Paavo sighed from the backseat and spun off a few of his own, ending with, âPapa, English please. For Nico.â
âNico, I am saying,â Leo said, shifting the car into the next gear, âthat this car has been with us for the past fifteen years. There is no problem with it.â
âItâs actually Nicholas,â he said. âAnd hey, Iâm with you. If the car gets you from point A to point B...â he said.
Leo glanced at him. âHow was the travel? Are you wanting tired? Wanting sleep?â
âIâll be okay,â Nicholas said, though the moment he uttered the words, he found himself stifling a yawn. âWhat time is it anyway?â
âEighteen thirty. Weâll take it easy tonight. Mamaâs made dinner and you can go to bed early. There is a mall where we shop.â Paavo pointed. âAnd they are building a market there. And another mall there.â Shadowy, mountainous structures sulked in the recesses of deep parking lots. Silhouettes of cranes stood out against the harsh blaze of floodlights. Nicholas could see large pits below them, which would eventually be filled in with cement and the foundations of more shopping
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