Stasya shuffled nervously in front of Liza’s door, unsure if she should knock or just go away. She’d made Liza mad earlier, but she hadn’t meant to. She’d just been so excited about seeing Mama and Katya and Vaska and had forgotten that Liza didn’t like being reminded of their Mama and younger siblings. Stasya wasn’t really sure why Liza didn’t like them but she didn’t want her to be mad anymore. She wanted to go outside and play like they normally did and get hugs and kisses and tell Liza that she loved her more than anyone besides Daddy.