She nearly screamed. It was a Malina Q jacket! A gorgeous, turquoise puffy jacket with a faux fur hood lining — the type she and Anka had been drooling over for months! All the rich girls in Warsaw had these. Neither Anka nor Marta had ever been serious about owning one. They cost nearly three hundred zloty! Marta hugged it against her face, discarding the sticky magazine pages on her lap. The English woman in the next seat was looking at her strangely, but Marta didn’t care. She had a Malina Q jacket. Dear Anka, she thought, as a tear rolled down her cheek and onto the bright blue fabric, sinking into the fur lining. She was really going to miss her best friend.