"Thank you for your efforts, surely you are a brave and courageous reporter and I admire your values. But these subjects do not belong in our newspaper”
“Paper. Pens. Ink. Instructional manuals in German.” What else? Becca casts her mind back to her classroom in Izmir, so painstakingly furnished. “A globe.”
A globe was not, strictly speaking, necessary, but there’s something about a globe that both depicts the vastness of the world and the fact that it can be cradled into two cupped hands.
“Feather pillows,” Emmy says. “Sheets, blankets, beds, comfortable chairs.”
Sarah lifts her hand from the paper, sets down her pen, and shakes her wrist. She blows on the page to dry the ink; thick, cream notepaper, embossed with the symbol of the Prague Women’s Charity Foundation: a Magen David intertwined with the double-tailed lion of Bohemia. She looks around at them.
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