An unfamiliar face answered the doorbell of the Central Park West apartment. Her eyes seemed a little unfocused Annie thought and her uniform and white cap sat clumsily upon her not like the usual starched perfection of Mary Aunt Cele’s housemaid.
Private Isidore Klein needs a Jewish home for his children after his wife was killed. He sends a telegram to his only relative — Aunt Cele
An unfamiliar face answered the doorbell of the Central Park West apartment. Her eyes seemed a little unfocused Annie thought and her uniform and white cap sat clumsily upon her not like the usual starched perfection of Mary Aunt Cele’s housemaid.
“Who was that Aunt?” she asked as she sipped the fragrant Chinese tea she’d grown to love. “Where is Mary?”
Cele’s mouth turned down into the pout that was becoming more and more a feature of her carefully made-up face.
“Mary has left me” she announced dramatically. “A casualty of this cursed war.”
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