thought about the truth that must be in any lie. âI went to the bathroom and I left it there. Itâs a white leather purse with tassels.â She really did have a purse like that, but sheâd decided it was too old for the trip to America.
âWhy didnât you tell us earlier?â Lillian asked.
âI only just realized, after you started eating, and I figured it had probably been stolen by now, so I didnât think there was anything we could do.â
âMom, can I watch TV?â Maggie said, as if this was boring to her.
âGive Michael a bath first,â Lillian said, then opened a drawer and heaved a thick yellow phone book onto the counter. She flipped through it and ran a polished pink nail down the page.
A few minutes later, Hannah heard Michael giggling in the bathroom down the hall. The girl was just eight and she helped give her brother a bath. This was a good family. She wished sheâd just given them the documents. Why couldnât she trust someone for once?
Lillian picked up the phone and dialed. âGive me Lost and Found.â Hannah was impressed at first by how fluent she was, but then, when she continued, her English was slow and halting. âI pick up my husband niece from airport two hours before and she leave purse in bathroom. It have passport, visa, airplane ticket.â She listened and asked Hannah in Russian, âWhich bathroom?â
Hannah had to think quickly. âBetween immigration and when I came out. By the baggage area.â
After a pause, Lillian said, âElena Platonov.â She nodded a couple times as if the person could see her. âOkay,â she said, like âahkay,â which didnât sound right. Hannah remembered her English teacher drilling them on that âoâ sound, lips forward, like they were kissing.
âDo you want me to talk?â Sergey asked, reaching for the phone.
Lillian stepped back, gave the person a phone number, and hung up. âDonât insult my English,â she said, poking him with a smirk on her face. âYou speak no better than I do.â
âThatâs true.â He laughed. âWhat did they say?â
âNo one has turned it in. Theyâll call us if they find it.â
She believed her. Hannah let out a sigh.
Lillian frowned. Sheâd caught her sigh. Of course, Hannah thought, she wouldnât be relieved if she were innocentâsheâd be disappointed they hadnât found her purse.
Lillian looked down at the suitcase by Hannahâs feet. âI need to look in your suitcase.â
âItâs not in there,â Hannah said, mortified that Lillian was going to look through all of her things, especially her old underwear and the pictures of her family.
âIf itâs not there, you donât mind if I look.â
âHere? In the kitchen?â
âWhy not?â Lillian said.
âShe could unpack her bag in the playroom,â Sergey suggested. âWhere sheâll be sleeping.â
âWhatever,â Lillian said, glancing at him with irritation. âCome on.â
They led her down the hall and around the corner, past a washer and dryer and through a door. It didnât look like a playroom to herâit looked like a garage. It had some old shelves filled with toys and a parking lot of childrenâs riding toys and bicycles. Next to the door was a sofa with a sleeping bag and a pillow, where she was presumably going to sleep. There were no windows, and the two garage doors were chained up. Was that so nobody could get in or so she couldnât get out? It felt like a prison, and the pink and blue braided childrenâs rug in the middle of the cement floor did nothing to soften this feeling.
âI wish I could sleep in the playroom,â Maggie sighed from behind her while Hannah stared in horror at what would be her room.
Lillian laughed. âNo, you donât. After ten minutes, you
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