Page 168 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen

WHEN THE DARK FINALLY RESOLVED ITSELF, HANNAH FOUND
she was looking across an empty hall at a green door
marked 4N.
"Four for the four members of my family," Hannah
thought. "And N for New Rochelle." She couldn't see
Shifre or Esther anywhere. They had slipped away with-
out a farewell. She almost called out their names, thought
better of it, and turned to look behind her.
There was a large table set with a white cloth. The
table was piled high with food: matzah, roast beef, hard-
boiled eggs, goblets of deep red wine. Seven adults and
a little blond boy were sitting there, their mouihs opened
expectantly.
"Well, Hannah?" said the old man at the head of the
table. "Is he coming?"
Hannah turned back and looked down the long, dark
hall. It was still empty. "There's no one there," she
whispered. "No one."

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