Shmuel Feldman glanced up as his daughter, Zaida, entered the room.
"Gottenyu Zaida!! What are you dressed for?!?"
A silk blouse accentuated her generous breasts. Her skirt fit like a second skin. Black-stockinged legs met spiked heels.
"Major Stossel is taking me to the theater. I KNOW your objections, Papa, but he has powerful friends who can protect us from what may come."
He frowned. "The vanity Zaida! A woman should not...the vanity! Go whoring with your Nazi protector!! Go!!"
Tears smeared her makeup. " What I do is for love Papa...for love of you.", she whispered. She fled to do what must be done.