A strange, subtle silence in the middle of the familiar noise. We drive through the hot tamarind lined lanes, past the sandbagged villas where the generals lived. A girl in a white Ao Dai, riding a Honda, draws level with us in the shade and looks at me. I find I can't look back. There's a new feeling between me and the driver, not fear.
Guilt is closer.
The family house. Up the familiar steps and in the door. Albert seizes me, kisses me on the cheeks. Through an incredible stroke of coincidence and luck the family is all together in Saigon. Three days before an underground friend had told them he would try to help.