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Think and Thank
Cooper
Chapter I
A Brother in Need

"Give it to the Jew!"
A fair haired lad stood confronted by a score or more of excited boys, who jeered and tormented him with that persistent brutality which comes of persecution. He was not "one of them," else surely he would have found some defender against their unfair attacks.
His only advantage lay in the fact that his back was to the wall; but with so many enemies, this proved only a small protection.

Tobi sat curled up as best as the set would allow her considering they had boarded the train not fifteen minutes prior and they had yet to start moving. She wasn't particularly fond of this method of travel, but it beat the boat ride over from the states. She sighed as she tried to concentrate on the book whilst hearing the cry of a newborn somewhere in the same car. She closed the book after carefully putting a piece of scrap paper, one that she had torn from school work that had already been graded and such.

She looked out the window as she felt the train sort of jerk to a start, slowly chugging along at first and then gaining speed. She couldn't help but to think about what must be going through her best friend's mind. Pippa had not deserved her fate, the bank had seized her assets and everything in the wake of the fire that took the lives of both family and hired help alike... it'd been a devastating blow to many people. She missed Pippa dearly, hoped that she was still intact after everything that had happened. Her own father, Wit, had done his best to help unfreeze the remaining estate since it rightfully belonged to Pippa now.

The good news was that she, if she yet lived, would be able to take care of her own needs. The bad news was that the property where the house stood was still being looked into by the local law until a later date, though it would not be too long, according to Wit's words she'd overheard to the policeman. She knew her father and Pippa's had also been best friends in the years since she'd met her at finishing school. She remembered the first encounter their parents had to one another, and it was as if they had been friends for many years. It'd been during the first year of school when parents and family came to visit and check in on the progress of their daughters.

Pippa's father had been such a kind person, as had his wife and son. She only hoped that Pippa was alright at this point, if someone had been there to cushion the blow.

She tucked her small book into her bag and bit into her lip, deep in thought.