Anna had taken the gift from her daughter and opened
it slowly. “Hurry mommy,” Sarah told her ripping off the wrapping for her.
The gift, a small clay model of an elephant had crumbed
into dust within days. Anna had to clean it up and throw it away when Sarah
wasn’t home. Anna had shoved the card in the desk and forgotten about it
until now. On the front, Sarah’s handprint had been painted in white paint.
Anna held her hand up to Sarah’s tiny hand. Opening the card, Anna smiled
as she saw one of Sarah’s first attempts at writing. Scrawled in her little
four-year-old print were the words: ‘I love you Mommy. Sarah.’
Anna’s first impulse on seeing the card was to check
on Sarah. She realized with regret that her baby was not in her bed, but
sleeping miles away. She knew Sarah was safe with David, but that didn’t
stop her from missing them both.
Her legs had fallen asleep and were starting to ache.
Getting up from her spot on the floor, she set the card on top of the desk
where Sarah would see it when she came home.
Anna was getting tired. She wasn’t near finished, but
she didn’t feel like doing anymore tonight. She opened the second drawer
and searched for a worn folder she seldom had time to enjoy.
Anna glanced at the clock. 2:00 A.M. She had been sitting
on the floor for two hours. No wonder her legs ached. She laid down on
the couch and opened the clasp on the folder, smiling as she started to
read the collection of letters, poems and short stories David had written
her over the years. “Dear Anna,” the first one began. “I miss you
so much. I remember with such clarity, the last time we were together.
I can still close my eyes and feel your fingers on my back as we danced.”
Even now, Anna remembered the dance he referred to
in the letter. She had visited him during a break from college. David wanted
to go dancing, but Anna had insisted she didn’t know how. So David had
put a record on the stereo and patiently walked Anna through a few steps.
He had to catch her as she tripped over her own two feet and they had both
doubled over with laughter. She fell asleep dreaming of dancing with David.
Anna knocked over her drink as she reached for the
phone a few hours later.
“Did I wake you?” said a voice.
“HMM, of course you did baby,” Anna said.
“Baby? Baby? Oh Anna I knew you would finally come
to your senses!”
“Rudy, dang it I thought you were David.” Rudy was
a researcher at the Tribune. Anna had worked with him for the past ten
years.
“Oh, you can call me baby anytime you like darliiiiinn.”
“Dang it Rudy what time is it, and why are you phoning
me.”
“Its 6:30 and Rabia Ashitar has been arrested in Kabul.”
Anna sat up abruptly making her self dizzy. “When Rudy?”
“It just came over the wire. I knew you would want
to know.”
“Fax it to me Rudy.”
“Are you going to do a story on it?”
“Not sure. I’m supposed to write something about the
Republican Convention and then I’m off to the cottage.”
“To see your baby?”
“Rudy. I swear if you ever tell anyone I called you
baby I will beat you black and blue.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful. When can we schedule that?”
“Never mind.”
“Anna.”
“What?”
“I am sorry about Rabia. I didn’t know whether to phone
or not but I wanted you to get a jump on it just in case.”
“Thanks. And Rudy?”
“What?”
“I will beat you black and blue.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Bye Rudy”
As she hung up the phone, Anna’s heart sunk. She had
written a series of reports on Rabia Ashitar and the life of women in Afghanistan.
She had a sinking feeling that Rabia’s arrest had something to do with
the stories she wrote. The Afghanistan Taliban government’s interpretation
of Islam made women a subhuman component. Anna had corresponded with America
Aid workers who had put the two women in touch. It was at Rabia’s urging
that she had written columns on the conditions of women in that country.
They soon became fast friends and conversed weekly by e-mail. She knew
she had to write this story. Not to do so would be to abandon Rabia and
the women of Afghanistan. The only way to change things was to make the
public aware that there was a problem.
It was 6:30 a.m., 7:30 at the cottage. It was still
too early to phone. She sat down at the computer. She would finish the
convention story and start on Rabia. David and Sarah would just have to
understand. At just after eight, she clicked the send button and her opinions
on the Republican Convention flew through cyberspace to the Tribune.
She phoned the cottage. After three rings, she heard
the answering machine. The sound of David’s prerecorded voice brought tears
to her eyes. She should have called earlier. David had probably taken Sarah
out for a walk after breakfast.
“It’s me. It looks like I won’t make it. Something
has come up.” Anna’s voice cracked with emotion. “I’ll be working at home
if you need me.”
She sat down at the computer again and looked at the
fax Rudy had sent her. The words seemed to blur and she could not concentrate.
All she could think about was how disappointed Sarah and David would be
when they got the message. She remembered the look on her little girl’s
face when she had left a week ago. David and Sarah had dropped her off
at the airport for her trip to the Republican Convention. Anna knelt to
say goodbye. “Can I sit by the window?” Sarah asked hopefully.
“Oh, not today honey. Today, Mommy is going to work.
You and daddy get to fly to the cottage in a few days and I’m sure he will
let you sit by the window.”
“You’re not going with us?” Sarah asked, her eyes filling
with tears.
Anna looked at David for help. David picked Sarah up
and swung her around. “We have to go get the cottage all cleaned up.” He
told her. “There is lots of work to be done. When it’s all ready, we will
phone Mommy and she will come join us.”
Sarah reached out and jumped into Anna’s waiting arms.
Sarah held Anna’s face in her tiny hands and with all the seriousness the
five year old could muster told her mother, “Daddy and I are going to get
the cottage ready for you. When you are done working, you come and join
us.”
“It’s a deal,” Anna answered hugging her close.
“Promise?” asked Sarah.
“Cross my heart.”
The memory of her promise brought tears to Anna’s eyes.
She was torn between her job and her family. The reporter in her needed
to write a story, the mother in her wanted hold and rock little girl. The
woman in her just wanted to be held by the man whose love letters brought
back such sweet memories.
Anna picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.
“Tribune Research Department, how can I help you?”
“Rudy, don’t be so formal, it’s not like you.”
Rudy laughed. “Oh baby, I’ve been waiting for your
call.”
“Hush Rudy. This is business.”
“Yes ma'am!”
“What have you heard about Rabia?”
“Nothing since the first report came through.”
“Ok, listen, anything that comes through, fax it to
me. I have important business to attend to. I’ll call you when I can and
I’ll try to send ya something as soon as possible.”
“Sure, where ya going.”
“Family Reunion,” she answered.
She had an hour to catch the flight. She threw some
clothes into her suitcase and packed the laptop. If she were lucky, they
wouldn’t get the first message until she had time to phone them again from
the plane.
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