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did hope they would not cross paths with that couple again. She had the feeling that their mood would not improve with the coming of a new day.
    “I’m surprised you aren’t in that tub,” she noted.
    “I had to wait to let you in. Remember?”
    “Sorry.”
    “There’s plenty of time. We’ve the whole evening to ourselves.”
    The whole evening . Christine wondered if it might become a bit of a bore. She hadn’t even brought a book or some handwork. And with her mother buried in the suds of the bathtub, there would be very little to do. She thought of the brazen young man in the elevator, and her cheeks flushed once again. She never would have considered going out with a stranger, but it was going to be awfully hard to think of some way to occupy her time in this luxurious prison.
    “Why don’t you call up some of your old friends, dear?” Elizabeth was asking as she moved toward the bathroom. “I saw a telephone right there by that green door to the left in the lobby.”
    My old friends, thought Christine. You’d think after spending all those months in the city there’d be some old friends to call . But she could think of no one. The truth was, her days and evenings in the city had been filled with Boyd, the boss’s son, who had captured her heart. She could not even think of anyone from her old church youth group who might still be around and want to hear from her.
    “I think I’ll just rest,” she told her mother. “I might even run down to the lobby and pick up the day’s paper.”
    “A paper. That would be nice. I haven’t read the news for who knows how long.”
    Christine picked up the room key and bounced it restlessly in her hand. It appeared that the paper was about her only entertainment possibility.
    But the newspaper did little to lighten her evening. The headlines shouted the news of the conflict overseas. Photographs of smiling, uniformed young men and women, waving the victory sign, filled its pages. There was even a column of names of those who had “shipped out,” sent off to England to be further prepared for the battle ahead. These who had such a short time ago been carefree young people with bright hopes for their tomorrows would perhaps in future lie in some foreign grave—if they had a grave at all.
    Christine thought of Boyd. He had joined the air force. Was he still all right? Would she know if something happened to him? Would she be informed? No, likely not. She had no idea where he was, whether he was even alive. She found herself breathing another prayer on his behalf.
    From the bathroom she could hear the sound of running water. Her mother was warming up the tub again. Christine tossed the paper on the nearby chair. The news it contained only served to depress her. She had already seen enough. With all her heart she prayed that Henry would not decide to go. Surely, surely, he had already made up his mind. He would not be leaving Amber and Danny.
    But what about her? Had she a right to remain behind while other young people gave their lives in the cause of freedom? It didn’t seem right. She had no more to live for than each of them. She was ready to die, should death be required. She knew she was prepared for eternity. Not because she was good, or favored, but because she had made peace with God. Yet she had no desire for life to be cut short.
    She hated the war. Hated the selfishness, the greed that caused one country, one person, to feel superior to another. It wasn’t right. Someone had to help stop this awful war.
    But did she have to be involved? Was it her war? But neither was it theirs—the long list of volunteers who were the next wave of new recruits being “sent over.”
    Christine picked up the paper again and studied the smiling faces, searching carefully for one that might look like John or Wynn, their two young Indian friends. But many of the faces were a blur. She could not tell if there were any Cree among them.
    She could hear her mother stirring in