Welcome to Welton: Liesel

The dark-haired girl leaning against the window sill straightened in a rush. “Yeah, this is 509. You must be Liesel.”

“And you’re Kimberly.”

“Kim.” She stuck her hand out toward Liesel, with easy confidence. Liesel guessed she spent a lot of time around adults. Her grip was firm, but not a challenge. “This is my mother, Dr. Argant.”

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