6
After dinnertime, when the boys were sent to sleep, Sam refused.
"I want to know what's happening, too," he told us. "I'm fourteen. I'm old enough. I have a right to know."
Mother and father exchanged a look.
"Fair enough," father said.
We were all sitting in the main living room. The Major had retired to his apartments by now. Jack was sitting beside me. Mother gave him a look, but I held his hands, and she nodded.
He was my husband. He had a right to know.
Father looked at me with that expression he sometimes had. Wonder? Adoration?
I always knew I was his favorite, his only daughter, his eldest child.
But I never liked it when he looked at me like that.
"Dana, I'm afraid… what the Immigration guys said," he said, his hand tightly holding my mother's, "is true. I brought you
