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VIRGINIA PRODAN<br />
My nails dug into my hands. What is everybody so afraid<br />
<strong>of</strong>? Why do they speak in whispers? Why doesn’t anyone help<br />
Anna? Everyone looked toward the relatives who were lawyers.<br />
Did they know something? Two lawyers nodded, passing<br />
knowing looks. One said a fellow attorney who had<br />
expressed his concern about the new price on meat disappeared<br />
between the courthouse and his home, never to<br />
be found. His children would not be allowed to apply to<br />
law school. Instead, the Securitate required them to take<br />
construction jobs.<br />
Many <strong>of</strong> the adults, it seemed, carried secrets. I bit my lip<br />
to hold in the questions that ran through my mind. Does this<br />
have anything to do with the men who guarded the church years<br />
ago and called my friends and me “church people”? Were Anna’s<br />
parents church people? What happened to them? Why does she<br />
scream so <strong>of</strong>ten in the night?<br />
“Liars!” <strong>The</strong> voice came from the back bedroom where<br />
Uncle Carol was resting.<br />
My mother rubbed her temples. Uncle Antony, Uncle<br />
Carol’s son, groaned.<br />
I hustled to the back bedroom. My job was to take care<br />
<strong>of</strong> Uncle Carol, bringing him food and making sure he was<br />
okay. Everyone treated him like a sick person, but he seemed<br />
normal to me.<br />
“Criminals!”<br />
“Uncle Carol, what’s wrong?”<br />
Before Uncle Carol could answer, Uncle Antony stepped<br />
into the room, his face as red as the juice from the grapes<br />
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