Chapter 17

“I think you should try and phone Pietrek,” Raz said. She was looking over a list of Elwira’s family treasures. They had already cut the Canaletto landscape from its frame, rolled it up in heavy cloth and stowed it safely in the pocket of one of the cases. “I don’t think much more will fit once we pack our clothing,” Raz said, “but I suppose we might try and squeeze in a bit more.”

“We will take what we can.” Elwira picked up a small silver cup and held it up to the light. “From my Holy Communion. One forgets. Father had it engraved. See? To Elwira, our darling girl.” She put the cup back where she’d found it, in a box Raz brought up from the storage room. “I don’t know why I’m being so cavalier. A month ago I wouldn’t have parted with one of these mementos. Today, I can do it with ease and not give a thought to leaving it behind.”

Raz dropped her list on the table. “Shouldn’t we be doing something to speed things along?”