A Memoir of Margaret

Five feet tall, in orthopaedic shoes, she limped. She bowed gently in a manner distinctly viennese and spoke on occasion of the austro hungarian empire. When news reached us of primo leve's suicide, margaret did not blink. It makes sense to me now that when doctor skorsky spoke of fighting in the warsaw sewers, marg said, i do not believe in god. Those who saw what they saw grow fewer.