“She is weak, exhausted, and sick but not anything we would need a hospital for. We will keep an eye on her. I know there is a virus going around the city and if she works with the children, it is no wonder she caught it.” Bronya tugged the blankets up to cover her to the chin. “Hadlee, come with me to the kitchen. You can help your babushka make a soup for your mama. I will need beets and beef shank.”
“Give Garold a list and he’ll have the men get your ingredients.”
“May I come in now and visit my daughter?” Yakov called from the entrance to her bedroom.
“She is tired. Keep it short,” Bronya waved him in.
He smiled at Hadlee, “you look so much like your babushka it is eerie.” He looked to Bronya, “we should dig out your childhood photos. She is your doppelganger.”
Bronya smiled at Ha
