and Mrs. K. I had seen Mother exchange addresses with Mr. K. before disembarking, so now it was him that she called the next morning, and, that same afternoon, we were unpacking again, this time at the Kosiewiczes’ hotel, in a suite right above theirs. The hotel was closer to the center of town than the pension had been. It was a totally urban setting, and there were stores and apartment buildings across the street. We were on the fourth floor and had a bedroom and a living room with a cot, meaning that I would have my own bed. We also had a telephone on a little table next to my cot. On the bad side, however, was the fact that we were in the same hotel with Mr. K, whom I didn’t trust to begin with, and had even more concern about now, in view of Mother’s confession of the previous day. My concern increased when he telephoned Mother that same afternoon and then came up from their suite on the floor below to talk with her. I had hoped that Mrs.
