Christine was teaching Chéri to read and she was teaching them English. Chéri was trying to do both at the same time and the whole business was very confusing, as they were learning with this young maid who knew english, but not french and couldn’t read either, or so Chéri thought. But alas, being around her was still useful: they learnt how to say the word right.

“’Arriette”, Chéri repeated, sounding like they were correcting something that was already fine for the hell of it. In fact, they were just trying to pronounce things correctly. “Greta Greer? Who Greta Greer?” Chéri asked, trying to figure out if there was a character in the story they had missed. Christine had been explaining to them the parts of the story they didn’t get -most of it, to be honest- but they believed no Greta ever came into play. There was also no Greer they could recall, which was unusual, becase god knows they all came with half a dozen relatives.