Learning to read.
At this point, it was not that she wanted to be Rozaliya's teacher. The moment the question left her mouth, she understood what it meant. Teaching herself to read was not the goal; the act itself was a form of salvation for Talulah, something like a spiritual pillar.
Rozaliya understood in an instant.
But she shook her head.
"A good story doesn't need words!" Her eyes sparkled as she spoke with foolish abandon.
"No."
Talulah made up her mind. "Every story needs something to carry it. If a play is to keep being performed, it must be recorded in writing. That is the standard. You cannot only think of yourself; you must let others know as well."
They argued for a while.
In the end, Rozaliya, the [sweet airhead], was persuaded by Talulah, the [scheming veteran], and reluctantly accepted literary education. But the truth was, Talulah was an utter disaster when it came to dealing with children.
Fortunately, Rozaliya was no ordinary child.
Whenever Talulah truly could not teach her, and the teacher lost her patience, they would naturally start fighting. It usually ended with Talulah knocked to the ground, while Rozaliya planted her hands on her hips, stepped on Talulah's back, and declared her victory.
"So weak."
Rozaliya laughed freely, but then seemed to recall something, and her voice suddenly dropped.
"Quiet. I have to be quiet." Talulah heard Rozaliya muttering under her breath. "If they find me, they'll take me back. Rozaliya doesn't want to get spanked."
Too strange.
With that kind of strength, even using her as a thug would be a waste. If someone like Rozaliya were brought under her command, she could even raise a team of her own and join the decision-making ranks.
She had heard that Rhodes Island had a