PART THREE, NINETEEN
Very soon a police van made its arrival with the siren hooting. The chief got out and everyone said the young lady Rachita had fallen from the parapet where she had got up on her own accord. “Now Rachita’s dead, what’s to be done to the movement?” Alex asked as we went to a corner. A dead silence loomed up its head. Hermen looked at Alex before turning his head to the others. Each and everyone did the same, moving their eyes from one to the other, the stamp of indecision squatting there with all comfort. Then Ranee spoke up. “We have to join the movement,” she said. “Don’t you understand how we can continue Rachita’s work?” Her eyes looked at all of us. “One of us will have to take up the yoke.” “Yes,” and I nodded. “Why one of us?” Anais said. “Why not all of us?” “I do
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