Myriam and Vicente bid Jeanine farewell under cover of darkness, with no hugs, no reassurances. No coupo santo or promises to see one another again. No words of encouragement. No words at all, in fact. Just a handshake to ward off bad luck. And so they are left alone together. Myriam and Vicente. Both of them have now lost their sisters to the endless black night that is the war.
