Those Aren’t The Only Russians
I will come and claim you- During the heyday of railway travel
- that zipped on the sides
- To John’s dull perceptions
- the happiest girl in Utah
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“Those aren’t the only Russians in the world, you know.” I wasn’t sure whether I should ally myself with Tessa or Jason, or neither. I wasn’t sure of much of anything anymore.
“If Lyudmila or Svetlana take you away with them,” Tessa said solemnly, “I will come and claim you.” I smiled thinly.
Jason said, “During the heyday of railway travel, no one had luggage that zipped on the sides.”
I stared at him, wondering who’d betrayed Academy rules by teaching him the Stevedore’s Code. Thus it was several moments before the significance of that keyphrase sank in. By then, more bubbles were roiling the mud pool’s surface. A long, lumpy shape rose up and slumped against the rim of the pool.
Jason calmly approached it and found a zipper, opening it to reveal the last person I expected to see here. The man blinked and yawned, then groaned. He seemed to have been drugged, or just submerged in a duffle bag for too long.
“It’s you…” To John’s dull perceptions, Jason must have looked like me. Then again, my twin looked like me even to the unimpaired.
“Hooray!” Tessa said, clapping. “It’s so good to see that face. I feel like the happiest girl in Utah!”
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