“Anything,” Helga replied a moment later.
“Will you write to me when you reach New York? I should very much like to hear how you and Harriet get on together.”
“I will,” she replied, “on one condition.”
“What?”
“That you at least write to Silke. Sometimes it is easy to express our thoughts on a page than in person to another. I do not know if you and Silke can come to an arrangement but it would be a shame to let something pass you by because you were too afraid,” she paused for a moment before continuing, “and perhaps, if you like, you can write to me and tell me more about Silke.”
“I accept the conditions,” Eva swallowed.
In that moment Helga felt almost as close to Eva as she was to Harriet. The uneasiness of the last few days was lifting and in its place was a new confidence. In a
