Year- 1944
Judith scratched her head under the hat, knowing she would have to cut her hair short if she was to continue the charade of being a Herr instead of a Frau. It was a dangerous time to be a woman. It was reported that even Coco Chanel had taken a Nazi lover.
Judith understood the dilemma of every woman who was without a husband in this time. Better maybe to take one lover, controversial as it might seem to others than to risk being raped over and over by soldiers who were under the command of questionable leaders.
The smell of perfume filled her nostrils as she typed her story on her trusty Remington Portable. The Model 5, although sold as whisper silent still seemed loud in this tiny claustrophobic room. She always kept an ear attuned to the little bell attached to the front door of the shop so she could stop typing the moment someone entered.
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