Holding my breath, I unbuttoned the coat and reached inside to where I thought there might be a pocket. There was indeed a pocket right there, in the satin lining. And in that pocket, as I thought there might be, as though I dreaded there might be, were two perfectly authentic gray Polish kennkartes for two boys, Jan and Piotr Krasinski, ages ten and thirteen. Birthdays, places of birth, region, religion. And, where the photos of Jan and Piotr should have been, small square photos of Jakub and Eli, Szifra’s brothers. Carefully, I rebuttoned her coat.
