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SAVING MY ASSASSIN<br />
we’d pressed earlier. “Do you want the Securitate to put you<br />
in the hospital again?”<br />
“At least there I will be free to speak my mind.”<br />
Uncle Antony knelt at his father’s feet and grasped his<br />
hands. “What about me? I don’t want to be confined in the<br />
psychiatric hospital. You know they will take me this time if<br />
you don’t stop talking.”<br />
Uncle Carol held his son’s gaze then lowered his head.<br />
“I will be quiet for you, but I will not be free.” I saw many<br />
emotions pass between them—cooperation and resistance<br />
mixed with love and hate. Why?<br />
Uncle Antony returned to the family room. I knelt beside<br />
Uncle Carol. “Do you want a drink <strong>of</strong> water?” He nodded,<br />
then another scream from next door reached our ears. He<br />
pressed his hand against his chest.<br />
I ran to the kitchen and poured a glass <strong>of</strong> water. Passing<br />
the family room, I stopped in the doorway at the mention <strong>of</strong><br />
Anna’s name. Today was her birthday, my mother was saying.<br />
“She had her own wing in the family mansion across town<br />
long before her birth.” I had passed that home—a massive<br />
white stone mansion overlooking the lake—many times in<br />
my travels across Techirghiol. Although it was now a kind <strong>of</strong><br />
hotel, I could not bring my clients <strong>of</strong> ordinary people from<br />
Dragalina Square to its doors. It was reserved for Communist<br />
Party leaders on vacation.<br />
From the conversation, I heard about Anna growing up<br />
with nannies, servants, a personal tutor, and a driver. I heard<br />
about her travels with her parents all over the world, until her<br />
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