Chapter 4

Could one good man, like Pius XII, make a difference in the fate of nations? Raz supposed it might be possible. A change had happened in Czechoslovakia, but that was not a good change made by a good man. Even Poland, her own country, had benefited from the arbitrary division of Slavic land.

Raz had these confusing thoughts most of the afternoon. When she went into the kitchen later to make dinner, she left Elwira in the semi-darkened study, holding a magnifying glass up to her eyes, and with the desk lamp shining down on the pages of her book. She would leave Wira to Rebecca, a fictional world she assumed more like Elwira’s than the real one outside their door.

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