“Clutching a floral shawl tightly over her shoulders, she tiptoed out into the hallway to speak to me. ‘I’m sorry, but my husband won’t let anyone come in,’ she whispered. I explained what I’d learned from Mikael. Dorota shook her head sceptically. ‘Anna refused to discuss her health with anyone. I can’t believe she would have spoken to him or any other stranger.’ ‘So why would Mikael make up a visit from her?’ ‘I don’t know.’ When I asked for a list of Anna’s closest friends, along with their a...ddresses, she slipped back inside to fulfil my request. A minute or so later, she slid an envelope under the door. Dorota had written down two names in her precise script. Both lived across town in the Little Ghetto. I looked at my watch – ten minutes to seven. I’d have to return home to make supper. There wouldn’t be enough time before curfew to question Anna’s friends that evening. On returning to Stefa’s flat, I discovered that the ghetto health service had sprayed carbolic acid on everything except her bed, since she hadn’t force enough in her coat-hanger arms to get up by herself and had adamantly refused assistance.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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