″Damn it all!″ shouted yet another angry voice in the background. ″This is the limit!
If you must hold a prayer meeting, hold it somewhere else!″
″What am I going to do now,″ Momo asked in a small voice, ″without my friends?″
Nino shrugged and kneaded his hands together. ″Be reasonable, Momo,″ he said, drawing a deep breath.
Come back some other time. I really can't discuss your problems now.
You're welcome to eat here any time you like, you know that, but if I were you I'd report to one of these child depots.
They'd look after you and keep you occupied — they'd even give you a proper education.
Besides, you'll end up in one anyway, if you go on wandering around on your own like this.″
Momo said nothing, just gazed at him as before. When the crowd swept her along she mechanically went to one of the tables
and just as mechanically forced herself to eat a third lunch, though it was all she could do to get it down.
It tasted so much like cardboard and wood shavings, she felt sick.
Then, tucking Cassiopeia under her arm, she walked silently to the door without a backward glance.
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