Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes a few lines after last week’s, after Igor told Violetta he was really sorry about the loss of her oldest siblings. Violetta thanked him, but said she wasn’t the one to offer sympathies to, since she never knew them and they were all dead before she was born. Her oldest two siblings died of diphtheria on the same day, and then she had a miscarried sibling and a brother who was stillborn at seven months.
Violetta is rather worried to learn Igor is the younger brother of her former neighbor Fedya, who also worked as a counselor at the church camp her mother and grandfather run. Right now, her biggest concern is being assured Fedya didn’t spill the beans about her being a polio survivor. Since starting NYU, she’s done her best to hide her past from her new friends.
Violetta takes her powder blue pastel back out of its wooden case. “Promise Fedya really didn’t tell you any secrets about me? He said he wouldn’t tell you and Ilya anything personal, but I just want to make absolutely sure. Even a swell, trustworthy guy like Fedya could accidentally reveal the wrong thing.”
“Fedya never talked about his neighbors with us. Don’t worry he squealled something silly like coming home late with a boyfriend or opening the door in pajamas.”
Violetta picks up her blender and begins working on a patch of sky in the upper right-hand corner. “Thank God. I didn’t think he’d tell you my life story, but you can never be too sure of anything in this life.”