shaped by one view of the Soviet empire. She sees them as the oppressors. The Bolsheviks. The conquerors. The instruments of Stalinâs terror.â She waved the past aside. âBut this nation no longer exists. Who knows what you shall find?â
âI think this uncertainty is almost as frightening as what you described.â
âThis too is true.â Magda smiled. âPerhaps you are right to be worried after all.â
âThanks a lot.â
âWhen do you depart?â
âTonight we have a suite here at the Grosvenor House, then tomorrow we leave for five days in Monte Carlo. I travel to Cracow two days later.â
âKnow that you shall travel with the prayers of at least two women sheltering you.â
âThank you, Magda. That means a lot.â
âSo, enough of the future. Today we must retain the momentâs joy, no?â Magda reached beside her chair and came up with a picture frame wrapped in white tissue paper. âI have made something for you.â
âThatâs wonderful, Magda.â He made to rise. âWait, let me go get Katya.â
âMy daughter has already seen this,â she replied. âShe was the one who suggested the quotation.â
Jeffrey accepted the package, folded back the paper, and released a long, slow breath.
The frame was simple and wooden. The matting was of dark-blue velvet. Set upon this cloth was a flat, hand-painted ceramic rectangle.
The pictureâs background was softest ivory. Upon it was painted a man cresting the peak of an impossibly high mountain. With one hand he clutched for support; the other he stretched heavenward. Above him a lamb, shining as the sun, reached down, offering a pair of wings.
Beneath were scrolled the words, ââLet us press on to know God,â Hosea 6:4.â
Jeffreyâs mother stepped over to where they sat. âMay I borrow my son for a moment?â
âOf course.â
âDid you paint that, Magda? Oh, itâs beautiful. May I show it to my husband?â She lifted the picture from Jeffreyâs grasp and moved off.
Jeffrey stammered, âMagda, I donât know how to thank you.â
She smiled once more. âYou shall make a worthy son-in-law, Jeffrey. Of that I have not the slightest doubt.â
âJeffrey?â His mother reappeared. âI do need to speak to you for a moment.â
âGo,â Magda said quietly. âMy blessings upon you both, and upon this wondrous day.â
His mother pulled him over to another quiet corner. âKatya is as wonderful as you said.â
âYou spent a week together and youâre just getting around to deciding this?â
She gave him a playful hug. âIâve told you that before and you know it.â
He pulled a face. âI donât recall.â
âYou donât recall,â she mimicked, rolling the tones. âListen to my posh son.â
Jeffrey was so completely happy he felt he could have skateda Fred Astaire dance step across the ceiling. âYou know where that word comes from? In the days of colonial India, people with connections and experience chose the cooler side of the boat for their voyages out and backâport out, starboard home. Posh. Very snooty group, from the sounds of it.â
She looked at him with genuine approval. âYouâre very happy with your life, arenât you.â It was not a question.
He nodded. âOther than the odd crisis now and then, very happy.â
âThese bad things come,â she said, her smile never slipping. âIf you are strong, and if youâre lucky enough to marry a good partner, and if youâre wise enough to know a strong faith, the bad things go too.â
âThey do at that,â he agreed.
âWell, I didnât pull you away to discuss the lost colonies of the British Empire.â
He played at surprise. âNo?â
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