"Is it strange having her live with you guys?"
Ray shook his head. "We have a small guest room. Much bigger than what other families give to their domestic helpers."
I scratched my chin. "A friend told me that sometimes all they're given is a plank on a washing machine to sleep on."
It caught Jimmy's eye immediately. "Hey, let's stop in this shop."
"Sure," I answered.
The sign out front read "Antique Music Instruments" in a bold Art Nouveau typeface. I was surprised to see it in English. Most of the other Prague shop signs were in Czech, naturally. We walked in.
She wouldn't stop apologizing. "I am so sorry for this noise. I talked to the workmen in the building to please not begin their work until after 8:00 AM." Her English, touched by a Hungarian accent, was flawless. Still, she had apologized for her English as well.
"Hey look, there's a Mozart symphony playing tomorrow."
Jimmy followed my gaze over to the poster. "Mozart symphony, huh? That would be cool. That's a very Vienna thing to do."
I nodded. "It's not too far away from our hostel either."
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