10th Letter; video
[A small blond nine-year-old is sitting on a couch, his feet not touching the floor. The couch will be familiar to anyone who's been to Franz's apartment, and on top of that, there's that fussy little Pomeranian of his, curled up like a puffball right beside him. Franz frowns into the camera.]
Could someone please tell Daedalus it really is perfectly fine for a kid my age to have a little wine with dinner for a special occasion? He won't believe I did it all the time when I was this age in Paris.
[Franz slouches over, resting his cheek in one hand. He mutters, a little sulkily:]
I didn't particularly like being this age to begin with. I want to go back to work.
Could someone please tell Daedalus it really is perfectly fine for a kid my age to have a little wine with dinner for a special occasion? He won't believe I did it all the time when I was this age in Paris.
[Franz slouches over, resting his cheek in one hand. He mutters, a little sulkily:]
I didn't particularly like being this age to begin with. I want to go back to work.