Number the Stars
One by one the Rosens turned and hugged Annemarie silently. Ellen came to her last; the two girls held each other.
"I'll come back someday," Ellen whispered fiercely. "I promise."
"I know you will," Annemarie whispered back, holding her friend tightly. (12.7-9)
"I wonder if I will ever see Ellen again," Annemarie said sadly.
"You will, little one. You saved her life, after all." (16.53-54)
For nearly two years, now, neighbors had tended the plants and dusted the furniture and polished the candlesticks for the Jews who had fled. Her mother had done so for the Rosens.
"It is what friends do," Mama had said. (17.3-4)