“You have visitors, Mrs. Jaunzems,” the Day Nurse says. She leaves the two women standing in the curtained-off quadrant of the small room. “Who it is?” Mrs. Jaunzems asks. She thinks maybe they look like people she knows. Knew, maybe. “It’s me, Gita,” one of the women says. “Viktor and Mirdza’s girl.” “You joke. You… [Read More]