dead. She dreaded having to answer more questions, but then Maggie handed the picture to her father, who gazed down, longer than she would have expected, out of politeness, probably.
Lillian handed her the picture of Katya. âPretty girl,â she said, then pulled out the picture of Daniil at the Black Sea. He looked sexy wearing his Speedo. On impulse, Hannah had taken it from her desk and slid it in her suitcase, though she regretted it now.
âBoyfriend?â Lillian asked.
Hannah shook her head. She and Daniil had been together for three years, and heâd told her he wanted to marry her, but when her uncle Vladi disappeared, she had to finish school at the end of eleventh grade instead of twelfth. It was a perfectly acceptable grade to graduate, but all her friends were continuing to twelfth, which would count as a first year of university. She would have liked to do the same thing, but she had to go to the market every day to help her babushka. It was the responsible thing to do, and she planned to take night classes, but Daniil told her he wanted someone more ambitious, like he didnât know her at all.
Lillian handed Daniilâs picture to her, and Hannah pressed it facedown on her lap.
Next, Lillian pulled out Hannahâs keys to her apartment and dangled them in the air. âWhat are these for?â
Hannah shrugged. âI forgot I had them.â She knew it was crazy to bring her keys for the apartment, since Babulya was moving to her uncle Petruâs house in a couple of days, but sheâd carried them everywhere she went for as long as she could remember.
âWhy didnât you have them in your purse?â Lillian asked.
âThatâs why I forgot about them,â she stammered.
Lillian tossed them on the sofa and Hannah snatched them up. The keys were familiar in her hand and calmed her.
The plane ticket was near the bottom. Hannah held her breath. Lillian pulled out
Anna Karenina
and raised her eyebrows at Hannah. âYouâre reading this?â
âItâs my favorite book,â Hannah said, her voice shaking. The only thing left was the plane ticket. Lillian reached back inside.
Hannah had to distract her somehow. She waved the book in the air. âHave you read it?â
âOf course Iâve read it,â Lillian muttered, reaching deep in the pocket. Hannah cringed as she pulled out the plane ticket. âLook what I found,â Lillian said to Sergey, raising her eyebrows.
âI forgot about it,â Hannah rushed to explain. âNow I remember it was too big for my purse, so I put it there.â
âIt must have been a small purse.â Lillian gaped at her. âNow I see what Paavo meant about slippery Moldovans. Why didnât you tell us you had the ticket?â
âHonestly, I thought it was in my purse.â It sounded lame, even to Hannahâs ears.
âWhere are the passport and visa?â Lillian planted her hands on her hips.
âIn my purse. Definitely.â She licked her lips and then remembered that Katya said you should never lick or bite your lips. It looks like youâre lying. Her face flushed and her eyes watered, giving her away again and again. It was so clear she was lying that she wanted to give up, but she stumbled on, like a runner whose legs have cramped up. âYou can see I donât have them.â
âEmpty your pockets.â
Hannah reached into her pockets and felt the pouch through the thin fabric. If Lillian tried to check in her pockets, sheâd feel the pouch, so she turned the empty pockets inside out.
âLet me see your bra,â Lillian said. âSergey, turn around.â
âWho wants to play with Legos?â he said, walking away and pulling a box of toys from the shelf. Michael ran up and they sat down on the pink and blue rug. Maggie stayed, staring up at Hannah, blinking. Hannah didnât blame her. It had to be fascinating for an
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