As everything was winding down and children were being picked up, Johanna caught Mr Grimms attention. Motioning for him to come over to her desk.
“Hello, Mr Grimm. I hope this isn’t an impertinent question, but Wilma has been asking after the boys, and has been begging me if she could play with them again, so I told her I would at least ask if you’d all like to come over. Perhaps tomorrow or Sunday for lunch and a bit of playtime for the kids? Of course, I completely understand if they don’t wish to or you’re too busy.”
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Mr. Grimm was silent for a long moment, stoic face impassive as a marble mask, his golden eyes watching Johanna intently before his austere expression (the one he typically wore all the time) shifted ever so slightly into something softer and more genuine - hard to see unless one was looking for it.
“They will be ecstatic.” Came the baritone rumble, before the towering German-Austrian man gave a polite nod of his head. “Sunday at noon then.” He addedand turned on his feet with ingrained military precision.