Hana sat next to her friend and when nobody was looking, took her hand under the table and squeezed it, reminded of the words Pastor Allen spoke once. ‘Unforgiveness is the cup of poison you pour for someone else and then drink yourself.’ Anka gulped and squeezed back, tears pricking the backs of her eyes. She started when a dark, handsome man approached the table and stood smiling at them with benevolence. “It became a party without me,” Mark said, feigning disappointment. Robert laughed and shook his head.
“I should probably go,” Anka said, rising.
“No, don’t.” Hana kept her hand over Anka’s, forcing her to stay seated. “This is my brother, Mark,” she said, shuffling into the corner so he could sit. He sat on her hand and Hana squeaked. “And he has a bony bottom!”
Mark leaned around H
