CHAPTER TWELVE
After a six hour and a half hour return trip the next day she was back in Kennedy airport, burdened with belly, with Samizdat’s outrageous speculation, with Maurice’s tacit suggestion that she take up the cause of Ermengarde as she had that of Chrétien. "No, no, no" she screamed to all of them "I am going to have a baby. Isn’t that enough for now?" The kiss she gave Maurice was dry with anxiety.
"You must let me know what happened to your mother-in- law."
Of course, he deserved an explanation, as who doesn’t? But there was no explanation. As she found out, Elsbeta was dead, and there was no explanation. If it had been sickness, David would have said so. Or an accident? David would have said so. That there was no explanation made her mind numb with guilt. She had cut her t
