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Margot
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“This beautifully told sister narrative is more than an intriguing
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what-if. It’s a meditation on the nature of survivor guilt and the
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legacy of invisible wounds.
Margot
takes on big questions in an
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intimate story, and carefully considers whether it is possible to
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survive—and thrive—after unspeakable horror. A moving,
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affecting novel.”
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—Diana Abu-Jaber,
author of
Crescent
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Birds of Paradise
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“In this novel, a compassionate imagining of what might have
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happened had Margot Frank survived, Jillian Cantor provides
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more than a wistful what-if. She gives us a tour of the emotional
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nether land so often occupied by those who have survived the
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unimaginable and an example of extreme sibling competition—

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love.”
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—Jenna Blum,
New York Times
bestselling author
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of
Those Who Save Us
and
The Stormchasers
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“Cantor brilliantly channels Anne Frank’s sister Margot, who
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survives the Holocaust horrors to hide yet again, in America,
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trying to forget the terrible secret that brought her here. A
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haunting meditation on who we really are versus who we wish
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we had been, regret, loss, and how we love in the face of sorrow.
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Glowing as a rare jewel,
Margot
is about discovering the truths
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of our lives, no matter what the cost.”
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—Caroline Leavitt,
New York Times
bestselling author
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of
Pictures of You
and
Is This Tomorrow
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“This is a haunting book—emotionally raw, beautifully written,
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and so close to the bone that it’s jarring to remember, when you
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come to the end, that Margot Frank isn’t really alive and well
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and waiting somewhere in Philadelphia to answer all your ques-
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tions. Even knowing this was a work of fiction, I was still moved
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to tears at seeing Margot finally get the happy ending we all
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wish she’d had.”
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—Gwen Cooper,
New York Times
bestselling author
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of
Homer’s Odyssey
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Love Saves the Day

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“The kind of story that will leave you breathless, both because
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of its ambitious subject matter and its deeply arresting storytell-

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ing. Cantor has created a stunning reimagining of Anne Frank’s
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sister, her journey to America and the complex terrain that
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became her womanhood. Part love story, part family mystery,
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this singular, bold, and elegantly paced story is rich with his-
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torical imagery, but the ingenious plot is all Cantor’s.
Margot
is
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the sort of book that remains with you long after the final page.”
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—Ilie Ruby, author of
The Salt God’s Daughter
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and
The Language of Trees

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“Breathes life into a character we know only from her sister’s
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famous diary.
Margot
offers us the other teenaged girl who lived
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in hiding for two years in that annex. It honors the memory of a
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shadow, of a ghost and boldly explores how icons are made and
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what is lost in this process.
Margot
examines history vs. story
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and how we cling to the fictions we tell ourselves.”

 

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—T. Greenwood, author of
Two Rivers
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Grace
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Bodies of Water
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Margot

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Jillian Cantor

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Riverhead Books
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Cover design by TK
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product
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of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons,
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living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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“And let us not forget Margot, who kept her own
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diary, which was never found.”
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—Miep Gies
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“I want to go on living even after my death.”
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—Anne Frank
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I should begin with the simplest of truths: I am alive.
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You might wonder how this is possibly the simplest of truths,
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when you have thought me dead—when the entire world has
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thought me dead—for so very long. But this, I promise you, is
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really quite simple in light of all the rest of it. I breathe, and
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sometimes I eat and sometimes I sleep. But every morning,
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again, when I wake up, I find myself still breathing. Simple.
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Really, it is nothing more than science.
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I can already picture you shaking your head. It is not simple
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at all, you are saying to yourself. Maybe your face is turning an
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angry red, and you are yelling that the Red Cross lists said I was
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dead. Maybe you are wondering where I have been, why I
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haven’t found you yet. I’ve come this far. Why not just stay hid-
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den forever?
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But a person cannot really stay hidden forever. We both
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know that now, don’t we?
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The truth is, I have wanted to find you for a long time, but I
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have been afraid. Afraid of what you might think if I told you
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everything. Afraid of what you’ve become since I’ve seen you last.
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Afraid, even, of what you might think of what—and who—I’ve
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become. I am not a girl anymore. Neither am I a Jew. And I have
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done things that I can’t understand or explain, even to myself.
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But I promise you this, I am alive. There are simple truths
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about me. I live in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States of
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America, where I am a legal secretary by the name of Margie
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Franklin . . .
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Chapter One
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The third day of April 1959 seems, at first, just like
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any other Friday of my American life. I sit at my secretary’s
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desk in the law office of Rosenstein, Greenberg and Moscow
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itz, typing out Joshua’s schedule for the following week, gnaw
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ing carefully on an apple.
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The office is quiet this afternoon, except for the sounds of
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the girls’ fingers tapping against the typewriter keys and the
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hum of Shelby’s radio coming from the desk across from me.
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Nearly all the lawyers have already left for the weekend,
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including my boss, Joshua Rosenstein, who has gone to Margate
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with his father, Ezra, who is Shelby’s boss. Ezra Rosenstein is
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one of the partners in the law firm, so perhaps it is no surprise
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that he owns both a boat and a house by the ocean in New
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Jersey, which he and Joshua visit nearly every weekend, espe
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cially in the spring and summer.
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By this particular Friday, I—Margie Franklin—have been
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a resident of Philadelphia for nearly six years. I have been
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Joshua’s secretary for three of those years, which means I
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have spent somewhere around 150 Friday afternoons like this
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one, typing at my desk, eating my apple, listening to Shelby’s
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music.
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This Friday, the Platters—Shelby’s favorite—pour softly
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from her radio, crooning about how the smoke gets in their
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eyes, which is a song that always makes me think of Peter,
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Shelby at Sullivan’s Bar last month.
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“We’re leaving early today,” Shelby announces to me just
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after she has devoured a ham sandwich she bought from the
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cart downstairs. “You’re too thin,” she had proclaimed in
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between bites. “Have half of my ham.” She’d tried to force it
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across the desk.
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and then saying, “I don’t really like ham.”
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“You’re an odd duck, Margie.” She’d shaken her head, but
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she’d smiled as she’d said it, so I knew she was saying it all in
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fun, that she had no idea why I would never bring myself to
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eat pork. And besides, that conversation, we’d already had it
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thousands of times. Or at least 150. Shelby often eats ham
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sandwiches, tries to offer me half, and insists I leave early
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with her when the Rosensteins are away.
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Now Shelby switches off her radio and taps an unlit ciga
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rette on the side of her metal desk. “You are going to leave
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early with me, aren’t you, Margie?”
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I shrug, though I know that she will pester me until I
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agree to do it. It’s almost too warm today for my thin navy
sweater, which I wear wrapped around my plaid dress, and I
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already feel the sweat building in pools under my arms, even
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in the office, but I resist the urge to fan myself with a file
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folder or even push up the sleeves.
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“Good girl.” Shelby laughs. “And one of these days, I may
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even get you to try one of these.” She tosses the unlit cigarette
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in my direction, and then pulls a fresh one from her pack,
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teasing it between her lips.
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Shelby does not honestly expect me to smoke it. Many girls
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in the office smoke, but I do not. I still cannot stand what it
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reminds me of: another time, another place, one in which I
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never wish to go back to in my mind. But these are things I’d
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never even dream of telling Shelby.
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Just past three, Shelby hangs on to my arm as we walk out of
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the office building and onto the sidewalk. The street is still
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fairly empty, as most people in the offices around us are still
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working, and the midafternoon sun glints off the low glass
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windows of the buildings on Market Street.
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Shelby wears a short-sleeved white cotton blouse and full
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green skirt today, because it is April and the sun is warm enough
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to be without a sweater. But I still have my navy sweater on. I
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wear a sweater always, no matter what the temperature, so the
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dark ink on my forearm remains hidden, unseen.
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“Any plans this weekend?” Shelby asks me, as if she doesn’t
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“Studying,” I tell her.
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“Oh, good grief, Margie. All work and no play.”
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“Joshua thinks I’ll make an excellent paralegal,” I tell her.
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Joshua is tall, with an oval face and curly hair the color of
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warm chestnuts. Sometimes I have the urge to reach up and
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run my finger around a curl, and I have to hold my hands
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together, to stop them from moving.
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like water. Sometimes it’s good, cleansing, even refreshing.
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my arm, turning me in the direction opposite my studio apart
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ment. “I want to see a movie this afternoon. And I don’t like
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to see a movie alone.”
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have no doubt she’ll marry at a moment’s notice if he ever
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asks, though some doubt he ever will. They have been dating
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for as long as I’ve known Shelby, which, as Shelby herself
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admits, is a long time for a girl to date a boy without any kind
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on,” she wheedles.
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after work. Mostly, it is to Sullivan’s Bar to have a drink, and
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sometimes I do go with her even though I don’t drink alcohol,
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but just because she is my friend and her laugh can be so
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much like water that I want to swim in it, to close my eyes
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and float away. But at least once a month or so, there is a
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movie she wants to see. And nearly always it is one that Ron
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is not able or willing to see with her.
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and then went on and on about Marilyn’s curves and her but
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terscotch voice. I thought the movie was fine, but I did not
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laugh at the places Shelby did, at Tony Curtis and Jack Lem
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mon’s antics dressed as women. I still do not fully understand
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the American sense of humor. Hiding is hiding is hiding.
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“Come on,” Shelby is still urging. “I’ve read the book and
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seen the play. The movie will complete the trifecta, and I
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don’t want to see it alone.
The Diary of Anne Frank
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actors being cast, but then I put it out of my mind. Perhaps if
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I didn’t read the article or pay attention, it would simply go
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away? “I can’t believe they’ve made a movie,” I finally whisper.
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think that apartment of yours is located under a rock.” She
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shakes her head. “You’ve at least read Anne Frank’s diary by
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now, Margie, haven’t you? Oh, tell me you have!” All I can
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think is that she’s saying it wrong—not “Frank,” like the
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American version of hot dog with beans, a dish that Shelby
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seems rather fond of, but “Frank,” rhymes with “conk,” which
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is what I’d like to do right about now, conk Shelby over the
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head with my satchel if she doesn’t stop talking. And she is
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won’t follow me. “Margie,” she calls after me. “Margie. It’s the
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sweater. Take off the sweater. It’s too darn hot outside.”
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turn, and step inside my apartment.
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Chapter Two
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In 1959, my studio apartment is in a five-story brick
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building with evenly spaced square windows on Ludlow
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Street, in Center City, Philadelphia. The building is much
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wider than the buildings on the Prinsengracht, but not any
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higher. Philadelphia, like the canal district of Amsterdam, is
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a city of lower buildings, surrounded by water. Shelby told me
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that because of a law in the city of Philadelphia, no building
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can rise higher than the statue of its founder, William Penn,
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which sits atop City Hall. He is like a beacon, this bronze
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man, watching over all the smaller buildings, and in a certain
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way that makes me feel protected here. It is a false kind of
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protection, but still, I feel it nonetheless.
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My apartment is on the first floor, not far from the main
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entrance to the building, which is just the way I like it. It is a
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small studio, containing only a blue couch, a wooden table
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with two chairs, a single bed, and the tiniest of kitchens. But
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Friday, after I have left Shelby calling for me on Market

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