manâs body. âWhatever the captain decides, it will be a dreadful fate for the child either way.â
âNo,â Raisa said, gripping Brina. âHe canât do that to her. I wonât let him!â
âAh, thatâs easy to say,â the crewman replied. âBut to doââ
âI wonât let him!â Raisa repeated even more forcefully, though she had no idea how she was going to stop the captain. All she knew was that this was something she could not allow to happen.
âYouâre a good, brave girl,â the young man said, admiration in his eyes. âIf it all depended on courage alone, Iâd feel sorry for our captain, going up against you.â
âIs that where youâre taking us?â Raisa asked, her heart beating faster. âTo see the captain?â
The young man gave a short, sharp laugh. âHe has better things to do. One of the shipâs junior officers will question you and report his recommendations about the child to our captain. That friend of yours is already there, the one who notified us about the deadâabout this childâs mama.â He patted Brinaâs golden curls again and clicked his tongue. âSo young, and alone. Such a great misfortune.â
The shipâs officer was waiting in a small, unoccupied second-class cabin. He sat stiffly in a wooden chair with Zusa standing nearby, fidgeting. His eyes glittered coldly when he saw Raisa and Brina; his mouth became small and hard as a chip of flint. The young sailor who had brought Raisa and Brina into his presence snapped to attention and gave the man a smart salute that was returned brusquely, followed by a long, intense burst of German. While Raisaâs escort was responding to this, she moved next to Zusa. The two girls exchanged wary looks.
âWhatâs he been saying to you?â Raisa whispered, nodding at the officer, who was still involved in conversation with the crewman.
âHe wants to know about Brinaâs family,â Zusa hissed back. âWhatever happenedâif it was just a terrible slipup or if maybe her mother had a reason to bribe someone to let her and Brina aboard with irregular documentsâthis man isnât going to let his ship or his company take the blame. Theyâve gone through her motherâs things. They found no mention of any relatives or family friends and theyâre mad as wet cats about that.â
âWell, thatâs because if they canât turn her over to someone in New York City, theyâd have to pay toââ
Abruptly, the shipâs officer snapped his head in Raisaâs direction and bellowed at her. The crewman translated: âHe says you are to keep quiet unless you have something you want to say to him.â
âI was only tellingââ Raisa began.
Again the officer shouted at her and the translation came: âHe says that if he wanted to listen to a lot of dirty Jew-chatter, he would filthy his boots on the doorstep of one of your damned synagogues.â The young crewman spoke as if his words were saying something as simple and self-evident as The grass is green or The sky is blue . There was no hint of shame or apology in his voice or his expression.
Raisaâs face burned. She took a long, deep breath and wished she could let it out as a stream of fire. What did we ever do to them? Brina whimpered and squirmed in her arms.
All at once, Zusa spoke up, addressing the shipâs officer directly in German. He looked dubious, but with a lift of his eyebrows and a faint nod, he beckoned his translator to bend close. The two men conferred in inaudible murmurs until at last the young sailor turned to relay the essence of their conversation.
âHe begs your pardon, miss,â the translator told Raisa with a broad grin. âHe was unaware that you and your friend here are not Jewish. He thought he heard you speaking in that tongue, but clearly he was
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations