Continuously, Steinman returned to that same question: Would the robbers be able to determine whether or not he had yielded all of his valuables?
The hatmaker saw the main avenue up ahead, removed his derby, wiped the sweat that trickled from his curly black hair, and recovered himself. This he accomplished while maintaining his quick gait.
Presently, Steinman reached the main avenue, which had a few pedestrians, and descried Dolores, who his favorite of the women who worked at Queenie’s. She reminded him of an exquisite gentile Frauen whom he had admired as a child in Berlin, yet to whom he had never possessed the courage to talk. The hatmaker waved at the w***e, who smiled politely in return, but said nothing. A few months earlier, he had made a French-styled chapeau and given it to he
