his arm. “I’m Dan Wozniak. I work for your cousin, Mr. Meyer Rosen.”
Dan, tall and barrel-chested, had sullen cupid bow lips, a thick curtain of lashes above small dark eyes that focused on Rachel. In that way he was like most men for Rachel was head-turning gorgeous. Even in this huge crowd of young women, she stood out.
“Mr. Rosen sent me to take you and your friend to Georgia Avenue.”
“Do you have identification?” Rachel crossed her arms over her chest.
From his wallet, he took his driver’s license and handed it to her. “But since you’ve never heard of me, there’s this, too.” He pointed to the patch on his pocket, where a long- stemmed red rose and the words, Rose Clothing, were stitched.
“If he knows your name and that we’re staying on Georgia Avenue, Mr. Rosen must have sent him,” Eddie said to Rachel. To Dan, Eddie asked, “Doesn’t your factory make uniforms for the military?”
“Right. Rose is the second largest military uniform supplier on the East Coast.” This said with pride.
“Okay, I guess you are who you say you are.” Rachel pointed to their pile of luggage. “Those are our things.”
They walked to the revolving door, where Eddie introduced everyone.
Pearl said, “Howdy, Dan.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “Okay, Rubes. Get your suitcases. Let’s go.”
“You mean you’re not going to carry our things?” Rachel’s face turned fiery.
“That’s not how it works in DC these days, Princess. I’m betting most of this luggage is yours.” He thrust a thumb at their things. “You brought it, you carry it.”
Eddie sighed. She was accustomed to dealing with difficult people like her mother, her father, even her students. “If we each take two bags, we can make it in one trip.”
“Okay, Eddie. It’s a deal.” Dan took her heavy suitcase.
“I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” Rachel’s flush receded.
“Dead as a doornail in this town,” Dan said. “We got a factory full of gals doing men’s work. Women don’t need knights in shining armor anymore.”
“Lucky,” Rachel told him, “since all the knights are Over There and we women are left with the schlubs.”
Eddie swallowed a laugh, hoping Dan wouldn’t get insulted and leave them.
He lowered his lashes halfway, his expression sly. “The fewer guys here, the more gals I gotta fight off, and I got the scars to prove it. I’d like to show them to you sometime.” He winked at Rachel before he went through the revolving door.
Under a low muddy sky, they lugged their things down the sidewalk behind him. In front of Union Station, an artillery gun was pointed upward, a reminder of the enemy.
Dan stopped beside a white truck, which resembled a milkman’s van, and opened its back, lined with canvas floor to ceiling. He jumped in. “Pass ‘em up here.”
Once everything was loaded, Dan leapt down, and Pearl hoisted herself into the back. “I’ll ride in here.”
Before Eddie could protest, Dan said, “No, you won’t, Red.” He took Pearl’s hand and helped her back onto the pavement. In the process, he stroked her bottom. Pearl’s grin went wide as a hammock, and she winked at him.
Eddie and Rachel exchanged a look of disgust.
“Nothing rides in back, except uniforms,” Dan said. “We all got to squeeze in the truck’s cab, cozy-like.” He lowered the door, which rumbled like soft thunder.
Eddie and Rachel let Pearl get in next to Dan. Rachel whispered to Eddie, “My cousin’s employee is a real peach.”
“Dummkopf,” Eddie said. Stupid head. Often German words sounded like what they meant as did Yiddish. Saying them released emotion.
Pearl scooted close to Dan on the bench seat, Eddie and Rachel beside her.
Dan maneuvered his way through taxis and cars, coming so close to a brightly lit streetcar, Eddie had to close her eyes. They pulled up to a red light on North Capitol Street lined with turreted row houses that reminded Eddie of a block-long castle. She drank in the city, trying to remember street names and storefronts. Once she knew Washington, she would feel as if she belonged. How she wanted to belong.
Soon he turned onto Georgia Avenue, where houses appeared behind picket fences and the aroma of baking bread wafted. A bakery was nearby. He stopped in front of a narrow yellow three-story. A streetlight lit the patch of front lawn planted with staked tomatoes and peppers, a victory garden.
Rachel opened the passenger door, and they spilled onto the sidewalk.
Three men emerged from the vine-covered porch. One of them ran down the sidewalk and opened the gate. “Hey there, Edwina, I’m your cousin, Bert.” He was a big florid man with a handsome face, his parted hair shiny with Vitalis, wearing some sort of uniform. He threw his arms around her and squeezed so hard he lifted her off her feet. “I’m so glad you and your friend have come to live with us.”
Warmed by his welcome, Eddie took his hand, which felt rough to the touch. Bert, a decade older than Eddie, had been described by her dad as a strange overgrown mama’s boy. As usual, her father’s judgment was too harsh.
She introduced her cousin to Rachel and Pearl.
Bert said, “And these men here are from Rose Clothing, waiting for a ride back to Silver Spring.”
“I’m Luca,” the shorter one told them. “And this is my friend, Tony.”
Luca, a short freckled redhead, was almost Pearl’s doppelganger. Slender Tony had dark good looks, but wore his shyness like armor, his eyes meeting only Luca’s.
Dan emerged from the truck, a cigarette dangling from his mouth like a movie gangster.
“Hey, Dan,” Luca said. “Remember you said you’d give us a ride if we met you here?”
“Sure, cutters. How else you gonna get back to work?”
Luca turned to them. “See, we’re cloth cutters at Rose Clothing, and Dan’s our boss.”
“First, give me a hand here,” Dan said to the men and lifted the truck’s backdoor. “These hillbilly gals brought everything they own from Southwest Virginia.”
Once their things were on the porch, Dan gave Rachel a letter. “This is from Mrs. Rosen. They expect you next Friday night for Shabbat. I’ll pick you up here at 7:30.”
Frowning, Rachel took the letter. “But what if I don’t want…”
“The Rosens remember you from when you were little.” He dropped his cigarette on the sidewalk and pressed his toe into it. “They’re swell, you’ll see.”
He turned to Luca and Tony. “Let’s
