A Journey From Germany 2

Chapter 38

Daniel sighed, "It's fine, Gretchen, you are trying your best to like my family, while my mother isn't giving you the time of day," Daniel said.
I felt my face heat up, "She's your mother, you should try to be a little nicer, she'll warm up to me in her own time, even if it's a few years," I explained.
I guess Daniel understood and took my hand and lead us to our bedroom before going to sleep.

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January 14th

I woke up and quickly got changed, a white blouse with thin stripes, and a long, simi-tight skirt that reached my shins, it was brown with simi-transparent chequered pattern. I put on a grey woolen coat, and some heeled boots. I looked at Daniel and he was asleep, I smiled slightly, he was in such a peacefully state while asleep, it was rather cold. I got a scarf and hat and went downstairs and put them on the hangers at the front of the house, ready to grab when I leave.

I made breakfast, which was just porridge due to the cold. While the porridge simmered on the stove, I put my books in my bag and also put them on a hook.
I saw Edda looked nervous, "Fräulein Cohen, are you ok?" I asked, worried about her.
She nodded, "Fräulein Müller, please just call me Edda. You are older than me," she instructed.
I smiled slightly, "Edda, and just call me Gretchen, for a few reasons, I go by Gretchen Whitestone, so it's cause confusion in public if you were to say Miss Müller, people would be confused if they know me. Anyway, are you ok, you look rather nervous," I commented.

She nodded, "I was wondering if I could go to school with you. I want to be a biologist, and you go to a medical university..." she trailed off.
I sighed, "Not now, you don't know lots of English, and I wouldn't be able to translate for you. Maybe by June or July, since you should've been able to have learnt enough English, if you dedicate yourself, maybe before then, there is an English to German dictionary somewhere on the bookshelf," I explained.

She nodded, "Thank you, you have made a good point," she said.
I nodded and returned to the porridge, "Can you please wake up your family?" I asked.
She nodded, "Does that include Daniel?" she asked.
I shrugged, "If you want too, but I he did stay up a little late writing his report, it's rather odd of him, he normally starts cramming and stay up late, I think on Wednesday or Thursday, since he tries to finish his report and hand it in by luncheon on the second Friday of a report, and tries to get most, or all the report done by the first Friday of a report. Since, from what I've heard, you guys don't follow the 'Don't work on Fridays' rule strictly, rather only stop at sunset, when your Sabbath begins." I explained, Edda looked startled.

After a moment she looked to me, "You remembered all that?" she asked.
I sighed, "I try my best with these things, anyway, I guess I'll wake him up, he doesn't like being woken up early after a late night," I sighed.
Edda nodded, "True. When we were younger, we took turns waking him up, he just gets mad..." she trailed.
I laughed, "I guess you've gotten the short end of the stick, sure, he tries to sleep more, but I can normally get him up," I explained.

We all chuckled, and quickly served the bowls. We went up stairs and she went to wake her parents up. I made my way into Daniel and I's room. I opened the door and saw his brown hair under the covers.

I walked over to him and kissed his forehead, "Daniel, can you please wake up, breakfast is on the table," I whispered into his ear.
Daniel groaned and pulled the covers over his head slightly, he still looked to be asleep. I sighed and pulled the covers down slightly, about to his hips, he shivered slightly.

I kissed his forehead and lips, I leaned back and with my hand, tilted his head to face me, "Daniel, please wake up, or you might be late," I muttered.
Daniel groaned again and opened his eyes, "Let me sleep, it's to early," I muttered.
I sighed again, "Breakfast is on the table, and you have work in a couple hours," I almost scolded, more like a mother, rather then someone being rude.