Room 506, Sunday Morning
Okay, Dolf wouldn't lie and say he had been completely okay with the children the moment they arrived. Shocked was a good word. Shocked, surprised, dumbfounded, flabbergasted: all good words. Blown out of the water. That kind of thing.
But he was Dolf, and until recently he'd dedicated every hour of his day to taking care of a whole lot more children than this. And so he had gone on auto-pilot and made sure there was food, water, a place to sleep, and something to do for the kids. By now, he had some books (he was thinking about going to Triela's to get some in Italian, in hopes that Femke might be able to read those) a football, a bunch of sandwiches, some sippy cups, and children's clothes.
Maybe he was repressing the idea that they were his own kids, but as far as taking care of them, he knew exactly what he was doing.
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But he was Dolf, and until recently he'd dedicated every hour of his day to taking care of a whole lot more children than this. And so he had gone on auto-pilot and made sure there was food, water, a place to sleep, and something to do for the kids. By now, he had some books (he was thinking about going to Triela's to get some in Italian, in hopes that Femke might be able to read those) a football, a bunch of sandwiches, some sippy cups, and children's clothes.
Maybe he was repressing the idea that they were his own kids, but as far as taking care of them, he knew exactly what he was doing.
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