Lilac Girls

After that, we were like flies stuck in honey, alive but not really living.

Caroline wiped her cheek with the back of her gardening glove, leaving a dark smudge below one eye, then pulled off her gloves.

'But it's fitting in a way - Father loved the fact that a lilac only blossoms after a harsh winter.'

Caroline reached over and smoothed the hair back from my brow with a light touch. How many times had my mother done that? 'It's a miracle all of this beauty emerges after such hardship, don't you think?

douleur, one of the many French words that do not translate into English well, which means “the pain of wanting someone you cannot have.

guess somewhere in a corner of our hearts, we are always twenty.” Paul

had been

He called it Serge! and it was an immaculate hole-in-the-wall that had a line out the door on Saturday nights. This was not surprising, since everyone knows New Yorkers, when deprived of good French food for more than twenty-four hours, become impossible and seek it out like truffle pigs. Or

He smiled. “I guess somewhere in a corner of our hearts, we are always twenty.

How easy it is to get tangled up in your own fishing net.

I’d known I was about to meet the man who’d shatter me like bone china on terra-cotta, I would have slept in. Instead,

If I’d known I was about to meet the man who’d shatter me like bone china on terra-cotta, I would have slept in. Instead,

If we can’t make the results of this experiment go

It’s just a thing, Kasia. Don’t waste your energy on the hate. That will kill you sure as anything. Focus on keeping your strength. You’re resourceful. Find a way to outsmart them.

I walked home with a lighter step, for that night had knocked something loose in me, something long overdue to be knocked. At long last, I saw that group for what they were, with a few exceptions - a queer assortment of layabouts and late risers, most overdrawn at the bank or at least cutting into principal, only interested in who's going in the drawer at the Maidstone Club or their wedge on the fifteenth hole at Pebble Beach or dressing down the staff about a bit of shell in the lobster while shoveling canapés in. Jinx had done me a favor, freed me of any lingering allegiances to New York Society, snipped my fear of being on their bad side.

Katz

Oh, please—may we keep the coffee? It’s all we have.

Parisians stared when Mother wore that poncho, as if picturing it where it belonged, flung over a café table under a plate of good cheese. The

Paul surely didn’t know. Paul. How would he react to Rena’s death? It was all too horrible. I picked up a magnifying glass and searched the photo. If Paul was alive, I would find him. I would be there for him if I had to swim the Atlantic. — IN THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED, I made more trips to Snyder and Goodrich. The little money Mr. Snyder provided helped keep my French Families Fund afloat, and Roger didn’t seem to notice. But the specter of shutting down the consulate for lack of funds loomed large. With no official contact in Paris and the rest of France in chaos, the shutdown made sense. But closing down just when people needed us most seemed so unfair. Plus, it was my only link left to Paul. “You’re going to tear a retina with all this research,” said Roger one night as he headed home, attaché case in one hand, hat in

Reports of gas vans at Chelmno, Poland, and mass exterminations had surfaced. Hitler even stated his plan openly in his ranting speeches, yet Roosevelt was slow to react and kept immigration at a bare minimum. Saint

retrouvailles, another one of those words that do not translate into English, which means “the happiness of meeting someone you love again after a long time.

Somewhere in a corner of our hearts, we are always twenty,” I

Somewhere in a corner of our hearts, we are always twenty,” I said. How

tidy. The walls

Turning oneself to the misfortunes of others is the best way to dispense with personal troubles. Hadn’t Lord Byron himself said, “The busy have no time for tears”?