She covered her mouth again, cheeks going red. "I was six," she protested. Still little, but she was suddenly mortified. "I think Father bribed that woman to watch me and we ran for it..." The memory of the look on his face afterwards didn't even make her wince, sparking only laughter.
"And you're not some teenage boy, with a bribe," Lotte said. "What are you doing in New York?" Mind going back, she thought he'd mentioned being a student.