- Ah! Hello! Welcome, young lady. - Thank you. - Please, take a seat. I do suggest the red winged chair. İt is quite comfortable. - Thanks. - Perhaps Zelda has intimidated you a little. Please forgive her. She and her family were taken to a concentration camp when she was only six. Her parents were killed before her very eyes. Therefore, she never speaks. But, do not let her muteness misguide you. She is, indeed, a precious one. For almost thirty years now, she has been managing this house, and I have never seen her make a mistake. - Don't worry. I wasn't scared. - But you do look a little nervous, my dear... - I'm always like this during job interviews. That's exactly why I've never had a smoothly running interview till today. - Young lady, please do not consider this as an interview. - What is it then? - Consider it a visit. An evening visit, perhaps. Suppose that you have come to visit a distant, aged aunt of yours. - Got it. - But your coat? - What's wrong with my coat?

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