Alexander’s return. Sam had mentioned something about a mandatory debriefing by the State Department, but he had said it calmly and without haste, and added that it was summer and vital people were away. When they had left Sam at the Mall near the Lincoln Memorial, he didn’t say another word about it. So why such urgency now? Did this have anything to do with the reversal of friendly relations between two recent war allies, the United States and the Soviet Union?
“Call Sam, please, so he stops calling me . Although…” Vikki’s voice lowered a notch into flirtation territory. “Perhaps we should let him continue calling me? He’s a cutie-pie.”
“He’s a 37-year-old widower with kids, Vikki,” said Tatiana. “You can’t have him without becoming a mother, too.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted a child.”
“He has two children.”
“Oh, just stop it. Promise you’re going to call him?”
“I will.”
“Will you give our boyzie-boy a kiss from me the size of Montana?”
“Yes.” When Tatiana went to Germany to search for Alexander, it was Vikki who took care of Anthony. She had grown very attached to him. “I can’t call Sam right away,” Tatiana said. “I have to talk to Alexander about it first when he comes home tonight, so do me a favor, if Sam calls again, just say you haven’t spoken to me yet, and you don’t know where I am. All right?”
“Why?”
“I just…I need to talk to Alexander, and then sometimes we can’t get the phone to work. I don’t want Sam to panic, so hang tight, okay? Please don’t say anything.”
“Tania, you’re not very trusting, that’s your problem. That’s always been your problem. You’ve always been suspicious of people.”
“I’m not. I’m just…suspicious of their intentions.”
“Well, Sam wouldn’t do anything to…”
“Sam’s not running the State Department, is he?” said Tatiana.
“So?”
“He can’t vouch for everyone. Haven’t you been reading the papers?”
“No!” Vikki said proudly.
“The State Department is afraid of espionage on all fronts. I must talk to Alexander about this, see what he thinks.”
“This is Sam ! He didn’t help you get Alexander back home just to accuse him of espionage.”
“I repeat, is Sam running the State Department?” Tatiana felt apprehension she could not explain to Vikki. In the 1920s Alexander’s mother and father belonged to the Communist Party of the United States. Harold Barrington got himself into quite a bit of trouble stateside. Suddenly Harold’s son was back in America just as tension between the two nations was escalating. What if the son had to pay for the sins of the father? As if he hadn’t paid enough—and by the looks of him indeed he had. “I have to run,” Tatiana said, glancing at Anthony and squeezing her hands around the phone. “I’ll talk to Alexander tonight. Promise you won’t say anything to Sam?”
“Only if you promise to come and visit me as soon as you leave Maine.”
“We’ll try, Gelsomina,” said Tatiana, hanging up. I will try someday to make that promise.
Shaking, she called Esther Barrington, Alexander’s aunt, his father’s sister, who lived in Massachusetts. She called ostensibly to say hello, but really to find out if anyone had contacted Esther about Alexander. They hadn’t. Small relief.
That evening over lobsters, Anthony said, “Dad, Mama called Vikki today.”
“She did?” Alexander looked up from his plate. His eyes probed her face. “Well, that’s great. How is Vikki?”
“Vikki is good. Mama cried though. Two times.”
“Anthony!” Tatiana lowered her head.
“What? You did cry.”
“Anthony, please, can you go and ask Mrs. Brewster if she wants some dinner now or if I should keep it in the oven for her?”
Anthony disappeared. Acutely feeling Alexander’s silence, Tatiana got up to go to the sink, but before she could utter a word of defense for her tears, Anthony reappeared.
“Mrs.
“Call Sam, please, so he stops calling me . Although…” Vikki’s voice lowered a notch into flirtation territory. “Perhaps we should let him continue calling me? He’s a cutie-pie.”
“He’s a 37-year-old widower with kids, Vikki,” said Tatiana. “You can’t have him without becoming a mother, too.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted a child.”
“He has two children.”
“Oh, just stop it. Promise you’re going to call him?”
“I will.”
“Will you give our boyzie-boy a kiss from me the size of Montana?”
“Yes.” When Tatiana went to Germany to search for Alexander, it was Vikki who took care of Anthony. She had grown very attached to him. “I can’t call Sam right away,” Tatiana said. “I have to talk to Alexander about it first when he comes home tonight, so do me a favor, if Sam calls again, just say you haven’t spoken to me yet, and you don’t know where I am. All right?”
“Why?”
“I just…I need to talk to Alexander, and then sometimes we can’t get the phone to work. I don’t want Sam to panic, so hang tight, okay? Please don’t say anything.”
“Tania, you’re not very trusting, that’s your problem. That’s always been your problem. You’ve always been suspicious of people.”
“I’m not. I’m just…suspicious of their intentions.”
“Well, Sam wouldn’t do anything to…”
“Sam’s not running the State Department, is he?” said Tatiana.
“So?”
“He can’t vouch for everyone. Haven’t you been reading the papers?”
“No!” Vikki said proudly.
“The State Department is afraid of espionage on all fronts. I must talk to Alexander about this, see what he thinks.”
“This is Sam ! He didn’t help you get Alexander back home just to accuse him of espionage.”
“I repeat, is Sam running the State Department?” Tatiana felt apprehension she could not explain to Vikki. In the 1920s Alexander’s mother and father belonged to the Communist Party of the United States. Harold Barrington got himself into quite a bit of trouble stateside. Suddenly Harold’s son was back in America just as tension between the two nations was escalating. What if the son had to pay for the sins of the father? As if he hadn’t paid enough—and by the looks of him indeed he had. “I have to run,” Tatiana said, glancing at Anthony and squeezing her hands around the phone. “I’ll talk to Alexander tonight. Promise you won’t say anything to Sam?”
“Only if you promise to come and visit me as soon as you leave Maine.”
“We’ll try, Gelsomina,” said Tatiana, hanging up. I will try someday to make that promise.
Shaking, she called Esther Barrington, Alexander’s aunt, his father’s sister, who lived in Massachusetts. She called ostensibly to say hello, but really to find out if anyone had contacted Esther about Alexander. They hadn’t. Small relief.
That evening over lobsters, Anthony said, “Dad, Mama called Vikki today.”
“She did?” Alexander looked up from his plate. His eyes probed her face. “Well, that’s great. How is Vikki?”
“Vikki is good. Mama cried though. Two times.”
“Anthony!” Tatiana lowered her head.
“What? You did cry.”
“Anthony, please, can you go and ask Mrs. Brewster if she wants some dinner now or if I should keep it in the oven for her?”
Anthony disappeared. Acutely feeling Alexander’s silence, Tatiana got up to go to the sink, but before she could utter a word of defense for her tears, Anthony reappeared.
“Mrs.
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