Semua Bab True Bond: Bab 11 - Bab 13

Janna frantically brushed her hair back and tried to concentrate on the order of the customer in front of her. It was late afternoon and the line of customers in front of her didn't seem to want to end. Again and again new people came into the coffee shop, so that, as usual at this time, they queued up to the door. Today she was assigned to the cash register and Jan, her gaunt colleague, prepared the drinks. He was uncomfortable to work with as he always teased her with loud sayings that everyone in the room could hear. Her bright red hair bit itself mercilessly with the dark red of the uniform and the green apron, which caused him to call her "the blob of paint" with an intentionally squeaky voice. He was happy to transform this original word into different variations. Like right now: “Hey, blob, watch out. The customer is already placing his order for the third time. " Normally she hated it when Jan tried to boss aro

Together with her mother, Janna stood in front of Grandpa Wilhelm's sickbed. It had been three days since the surprising stroke, but it was the first time they came to see him. Grandma Gerda had asked in the neighborhood to let a few days pass and to refrain from visiting until her husband was feeling a little better. Nevertheless, Janna was deeply shocked by the poor condition in which Grandpa Wilhelm found himself. The left half of his face was still hanging uncontrollably and the corner of his mouth twisted downwards, distorting it. His swollen arm, unable to move, was raised on a pillow. He tried hard to stay awake, but kept falling asleep and could hardly speak. If he succeeded in a word, it sounded throaty and it took some effort to understand. Like a mother hen, Grandma Gerda scurried anxiously around her beloved husband, to make it as comfortable as possible for him to wipe the sweat from his forehead or to moisten his dry lips with a wet stick. No matter how,