“I have to go now,” she blurted out, but Creighton took her by the hand and pulled her back like a child.
Olga followed him stiffly. As they walked, they both felt a sense of sorrow and regret, because they would now have to part, whether temporarily or forever. Neither Creighton nor Olga knew what would come next. It was completely uncertain whether they would meet again, and they felt a mixture of weak hope and alarm.
They made their way through the darkness back toward the road. In the open space, the twilight had not yet grown thick. Before they stepped out of the total darkness, the interpreter suddenly grabbed the lieutenant’s hand. He turned, and she threw her arms around him and pressed her face to his chest, as if seeking protection. They stood motionlessly, breathlessly, among
