– You don't want to talk? That's fine. Then why are you sitting on me? " Louise tried to continue the dialog. However, it did not go well, but the butterfly answered:
– If you want to live among us, then learn the language. Our language. There are thirteen grammatical errors in your breath.
– They don't teach that in my school. What's your name? " asked the astonished girl. The lady butterfly had spoken to her – was it not a miracle? So Louise really wasn't quite human. And not quite ordinary.
– Linda-Jane-Madam-Wood-Mistress-Sarah-Wizard Field. Well, goodbye," she said, and then she flapped her wings and flew off into the sky. Louise remained on the ground.
"I had a chat with her. She is such a sweet mistress! I wonder if butterflies have kings and queens? In the City, as far as I can remember, some sort of Ministr rules. Or Minister."
– Galya, explain to me why mom left me here with you? Why don't I live in the City, because I don't have wings yet? " Louise stopped by the house for lunch and decided to do a little questioning.
– You'll find out a little later, baby," she replied affectionately, but Louise insisted:
– Why not now? I don't want to wait six years! It's like half my life from the one I've already lived.
– Your mother thinks it would be dangerous for you to be with people.
– And Dad? Isn't he a regular person?
– He is.
– So what…
– You'd have to ask them yourself.
– How can I do that?
– Don't be mad.
– I'm not mad! Not at all.
– Okay, if you are.
– How can I talk to my parents?
– Can't you write an e-mail? " Galya grinned.
– Who? Write what?
– Okay, forget it. You'd better stay out of the modern rhythm.
– But I'll be taken to the City when I grow up? " the excited girl went on. What if she could learn something very important now?
– That's what I said, but plans have changed.
– Whose plans? Mom's and Dad's? " Louise exclaimed, nearly knocking over a bowl of nettle soup.
– Almost.
– You hang out with them, and I'm not allowed to! " Louise even clenched her fists in indignation.
– Is that what you want? " Galina asked.
– What?
– To talk to them.
– We're having a stupid dialog. I talked to a butterfly today.
– That's weird.
– What about my parents?
– Do you want to?
– Yes, I do. I do!
– Then write a letter to your mom. I'll tell you where to send it.