In part two of this episodic psychological thriller, Nicole Jeffords. convinced that healer, Victor Goodlove, who disappeared ten years earlier is buried under her studio, continues her search for him, contacting old patients all over Austin and dis...
When I got home from my very informative and disturbing visit with Eric, I went straight to my office and wrote down everything he'd said. Then I started going through old family photos. If Maria and I were related, I would have assumed it was through my maternal grandmother, Alma Cohn, whom both of us somewhat resembled.
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Nicole's grandmother, Alma
She'd been an old lady when I met her, a retired opera singer who'd married late and taken on her husband's children from a previous marriage plus had one of her own — my rambunctious mother, Franyo.
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Nicole's mother, Franyo
Alma had fled Hitler Germany and spent the war in Cuba (her two sisters hadn't been so lucky and had perished in Auschwitz). After the war she'd emigrated to the States, settling in Manhattan near my parents. I'd seen her often as a child.
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Alma & Franyo
But I'd never met my grandfather, Sigmund Horwitz, who'd died when my mother was five. In fact, I knew nothing about him other than that he'd been in the insurance business and had suffered from tuberculosis.
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Sigmund Horwitz
Studying his photo, I saw no resemblance at all to me and Maria. He'd spent his life in Hamburg, Germany but god only knows where his family originally came from — Russia, Poland, the Ukraine? At some point in time a relative of his had intersected with a relative of Victor's and now, generations later, we had this mess that meant that I, and everyone in my immediate family, would have to watch their step. Perhaps from now on I'd disguise myself —
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