“Uncle Vanya!”
What do you think of dusky pink?- News travels fast.
- I’m sitting in my office
- coming from Cuba
- I have a good relationship with the Fahey family
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“Uncle Vanya!” I called out as I hurried toward Svetlana and the agitated old woman. “There you are. Aunt Olga is worried to pieces.” I patted my ‘uncle’ on the shoulder and subtly straightened the false beard on Svetlana’s face. The elderly woman made another complicated hand gesture at me, which seemed more rude than superstitious. Steering Svetlana up the street I kept up the act. “Olga’s still at the car dealership trying to decide on a color. What do you think of dusky pink?”
A truck lumbered past us and a bundle of newspapers thumped onto the sidewalk. “Presidential Zeppelin Hijacked” was the main headline.
“News travels fast.” Svetlana hiccuped again, trying to make it sound manly.
I have a recurrent dream in which I’m sitting in my office speaking backwards to steam open envelopes coming from Cuba, while a woman whose face is hidden behind her fashionable hat tries to hire me to track down her sister. I’ve never known what it means, and I didn’t know what made me remember it just then.
Svetlana hiccuped and said, “We have to get out of Pittsburghistan tonight. But my ride fell through. And the whole country will be looking for us.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. Not that I had any kind of plan of my own, but in times of crisis I just remind myself that I have a good relationship with the Fahey family.
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