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any more. “She has gone away,” said my mother, and that
wasn’t an untruth. She had gone away—to Auschwitz, I
think, into the gas-chambers, but my mother didn’t talk
about that. One should tell the truth but I don’t blame her
for not telling me the whole truth at that time.
“Where is Rebecca?” I was alone with my father and
asked for the twentieth, the thirtieth time. I asked, “Where
is Rebecca?” And father replied, “In you!” Tha t was all he
said, as if he wanted to give me time to spell it out to
myself—in you!