In spite of what was going on – or perhaps in an effort to retain normality because of that – Mutti Frida insisted we talk to her, in Polish, abou... our day as we walked home. I struggled to explain in Polish Mr Pollock and the ‘ivory tower’ metaphor – to Mutti Frida’s amusement.When I finally got home later that night, there was no letter waiting for me. But the following morning the postman was a bit early, arriving as I was walking out of the door – and there was a letter for me. I grabbed. "He pulled me close into a tender hug and I could feel him take a deep,ragged breath."I'll never forget you, Holly." He murmured in my ear. "I'll neverforget and I'll always be there for you if you ever need me. I left mycell phone number on the fridge, along with a beeper number. If youever and I mean EVER need me, you call me and I'll do everything in mypower to get to you, I promise. Now, you gotta let me go. I have a cabwaiting and it's gonna cost me a fortune in overtime fees if I don'tget. More

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