Emma Dumpke Daschel, October 1914
“Emmy,” calls Heinrich after closing the door. “Telegram for you.”
Telegrams seldom bear good news. Heinrich watches her as she opens it.
“Oh Heinrich, Hedda must be gravely ill if she had to summon a neighbor to send a telegram.”
“Your life’s here now, Emmy. You can’t simply leap up and hop on a train every time Hedda has a little fever. She’s a nurse herself and knows doctors to take care of her.”Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-One”