The Puzzle King
“Every day something else. The signs: jews not wanted. The rules: “Jews forbidden to perform works by Aryan writers and composers.” Old friends turned their heads and ignored him when he walked down the street. He and Margot were running out of money. He held himself in check when he talked about these things with Margot and told her, “Who we are is who we are and no one can change that with a bunch of laws.” He would search her face for a reaction, but she would elude his glance and rush off to... repot some geraniums or hang out some laundry. He envied how she could retreat into her flowers, her domestic chores, or even those silly glass owls, fussing over them as if they were her only world.
He had nowhere to go with his feelings. Even if Margot were up to hearing what was on his mind, whatever he would say would come out mawkish and foolish: Yesterday I had two arms and two legs, now I have none. The place that I have loved and cherished has thrown me out the door and put chains on the lock to make sure I never come back.MoreLess
He had nowhere to go with his feelings. Even if Margot were up to hearing what was on his mind, whatever he would say would come out mawkish and foolish: Yesterday I had two arms and two legs, now I have none. The place that I have loved and cherished has thrown me out the door and put chains on the lock to make sure I never come back.MoreLess
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