“So what is this,” Eva said. “You’re not here to fight? You’ve come to apologize? You’ve come to weep at my feet and beg for forgiveness?” She added a laugh. She made to take a drag of her smoke and found it had gone out. She said, “I was born there. Did you know? You do now. You’ve read it. My father bought the house. He was a principal at a school. He died in the camps. He didn’t pay his mortgage because he died in the camps. That’s why the house was sold—because he didn’t pay his mortgage. Because he died.”
