Chapter 22
Marah was washing her hair. Water was rationed, and she enjoyed the Friday night ritual. Removing the towel, she shook her head like a dog on a rainy day. What was that? The door. She reached for the small pistol she kept near the sink. She was about to raise it towards the door when she heard his voice.
“Marah,” barely above a whisper. “Are you home?”
She rushed at him, nearly knocking him off his feet. Locking him in a fierce hug, Pasha thought she would never stop crying.
“Tell me everything,” she said. “Don’t leave anything out.”
He told her about meeting Loli, the warehouse and the narrow escape. “The stench of that sewer will always be with me,” he told her about Bayo, the Communist from Cuba. “Thanks to him, we made it safely back to Madrid. Now, I have to find out h
