Suddenly a door bangs, and two little boys, laughing and shouting, rush towards me. They stumble over each other in their haste to talk with me. Yorgo pulls the closet door shut behind him and Michael. It is dark. Two hearts are pounding.
Little hands reach out to touch.
We made an underground . . . Yorgo's eyes grew large. We made a carpet . . . We sat on them . . . We couldn't stand up . . .