Lucy came to us in winter. She was 12 years old, she had small black eyes and a large, disproportionate mouth with thin lips. Her winter outfit consisted of wool pants a couple sizes too big, a stretchy turtleneck, and a ridiculous purple down jacket with green pockets. “They’ll take me to France in the spring,” said Lucy as soon as Ekaterina Andreevna brought her to our room. A story about a girl who ended up in an orphanage, and who was desperately waiting for her dad from France. Contains obscene language.