Emmy’s failure is her own, but rather than blame his daughter, Ernst will surely hold her up as a faulty role model
She stands at the front door, waiting. Felix shifts from one foot to the other.
It had seemed like such a good idea. Wolf asked him for a human-interest story. And here was an Ostjude, straight from the Russian pogroms. So why was he suddenly hesitant? One plus one makes two. Or in this case, one. One newspaper article. One opportunity to show that he can write, that his words are fresh, his thinking laden with insight, maybe even a little humor.
But there’s something about her face — the large, dark eyes set in a pale face, something about the chin, that stops him short.
After a long pause, they both start talking at the same time:
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