November 1917
Every day from that one onward, we would dine with Ginevra and her family, at their house or ours. Every day we read of the terrifying journey these women endured.
“They try to justify their actions by denouncing those of the women as inappropriate in a time of war.” Osborn, ever on our side, found much to fuel his anger with the obvious obfuscation coming from the President and the police in the country"s capital city. Osborn feared the loss of his best friend almost as keenly as I feared the loss of my husband. To use our soldiers – our soldier – as a legitimization stung like a hangnail, an ever-constant annoyance.
“I don"t understand why they are keeping these women so long, Father.” Felix, at fourteen, had inherited his parents" leanings towards equitable justice. “Th
