The History Room
“Then I saw it wasn’t my sister. It was a boy in a uniform a bit like a scout’s. The firm set of the jaw and the directness of the gaze were very like Clara’s.
‘Jan.’ My father spoke the name almost in a whisper. Realization was starting to sweep through me. I think the cells of my body began to comprehend before my brain had registered what this meant. My brother. Jan.
‘Hana was pregnant, not ill, when you headed for the border.’ I spoke the words very slowly. Hana’s sickness and fatigu...e had been nothing to do with the tainted sausage eaten on the train.
He nodded. ‘Mrs Novakova here doesn’t know if Hana’d worked out what was happening when she ran away. Maria Novakova is Hana’s cousin, by the way. She’s lived here all her life.’ I glanced at the old lady, who seemed to be softening by the second. She made some clucking noises at me and bustled off, calling something over her shoulder. ‘Coffee,’ Dad translated.MoreLess
‘Jan.’ My father spoke the name almost in a whisper. Realization was starting to sweep through me. I think the cells of my body began to comprehend before my brain had registered what this meant. My brother. Jan.
‘Hana was pregnant, not ill, when you headed for the border.’ I spoke the words very slowly. Hana’s sickness and fatigu...e had been nothing to do with the tainted sausage eaten on the train.
He nodded. ‘Mrs Novakova here doesn’t know if Hana’d worked out what was happening when she ran away. Maria Novakova is Hana’s cousin, by the way. She’s lived here all her life.’ I glanced at the old lady, who seemed to be softening by the second. She made some clucking noises at me and bustled off, calling something over her shoulder. ‘Coffee,’ Dad translated.MoreLess
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