By Christina Dodd
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Yes—this was the woman for him! She shouted something and pointed toward the cliff that rose above the glacial valley, then up toward the mountain peak. His ears rang, but he understood. He pulled her through the fast-rising, knee-deep water to dry land. Shoving her ahead, he clambered after her, moving fast, moving up, knowing this gush of water was only the beginning, that the glacier would gobble at the stone walls, launch giant boulders downstream. If he and Sun Hee didn’t climb fast, the ground would disappear under their feet and they’d hurtle downstream, never to be found.
Father always said if he couldn’t dine as he chose, he wouldn’t dine at all. So they never went out to dinner. But he must have been saving up for this one grand gesture, because the restaurant was among Manhattan’s finest. As they walked behind the maitre d’, she prayed they wouldn’t be seated by the restrooms or in a corner. She didn’t want her father in a bad mood all evening, angry because he’d been slighted. Luck or providence or Father’s expensive suit worked for them, because their table was against the window with a view of Manhattan’s lights laid out like jewels tossed on a black velvet cushion.
Shut up, children. ” The Russian woman stuck out her hand. ” Genny shook hands. “You’re Lubochka Koslov. ” Lubochka was middle-aged and attractive with pale skin, short dark hair, and dark eyes; six feet tall and big boned with swimmer’s shoulders and man hands. ” She indicated a squat, middle-aged man with wire-rimmed glasses and dark, thinning hair. ” Genny shook his hand. Genny had used Russian language software day and night to prepare for this trip, but she didn’t need a translation for Misha’s grunt of response.
