Chapter 13“How did it go?” asked Gert as we trudged back into the kitchen, ice-chilled blood thankfully awaiting us.
“Do you know the word shitty?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then shitty.” And so I explained what we’d found out.
She nodded, frowned. “I know Polish women,” she offered once I was through. “Their husbands are dying, and they do something.”
I slouched in my chair. “So you’re guessing that they’re on their way here? Reinforcements?”
Her nodding went into overdrive, goiter shaking all the while. “Guessing, yes, but is good guess.”
“Good for them, bad for us,” I corrected her.
She touched fingertip to nose. It seemed to be an affectation that pervaded my family. In any case, without Steven’s help, I couldn’t get in touch with Quincy from the State Department to see if the wives
