—Soldiers’ Song “Don’t forget your lunch,” Sophie’s mother said. It was the kind of thing she was always saying. Don’t forget your lunch. Don’t forget you have dance tomorrow. Don’t forget to study your maths. She was always in an imperative mood. Don’t, don’t, don’t: a litany of prohibitions. And because Sophie aspired to be a good girl, she didn’t, didn’t, didn’t. She didn’t forget her lunch (though she despised her mother’s cheese and pickle sandwiches), didn’t forget to go to dance (though she’d sooner set her hair on fire than do another plié), and—well, she didn’t forget to study