Chapter 30
Marcel Proust wrote in Time Regained: “An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase filled with perfumes, sounds, projects, and climates.” Every hour my nose is filled with nature’s fresh perfume. –DB
3 May, 1941 - Beverly Hills, California
Shrugging out of her persimmon-colored jacket and removing her matching hat, Danielle spied the mail on the floor, where it had fallen through the chute by the front door. She scooped up the envelopes and walked to the kitchen. An oversize letter caught her eye. Curious, she tore it open and withdrew a folded newspaper clipping. A moment later, she gasped.
A photograph of her speaking at a women’s fashion show at Bullock’s Wilshire had been cut from a newspaper.
Written in large red block letters across the photo was the word, Jude. “Jew”
