Chapter 39

• I wondered if Rosaria would like the mess that was Bronya’s life. It was soap opera-y and seemed something to entertain her. At least the other stories I told seemed to capture her attention. She also hadn’t fought me when I pulled her out to watch the my sisters interrogate Bronya.
• My jaw set. How many times had I talked to her now? Five? Six? Christ. I was the worst. I shouldn’t have left for Moscow. Hindsight but still. Bronya didn’t need help. Well, she did but I didn’t deal in psychiatry. When I called Kam I should have warned her that Bronya probably was going to dump on her later.
• “We’re here.”