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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
It was during World War II, when most of the men were away. It was during World War II when a plain, ignorable woman just once wanted to know what it was like to feel love and desire.
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For One Moment of Ecstacy
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 MunichChapter One
The Wednesday Before
It happened when she saw the dress.
She was coming from the fruit store, passing Mona’s Dresses, a store she’d never entered. There was no reason. She had clothes, yes, old, yes worn, but considering she only went to work or church, why waste money on a dress when there were wearable things in her closet?
The dress was a giddy sequined thing a woman like her would never wear. Yet, it hung in the window, as if summoning her. She stopped, stepped a bit closer. Her eyes rolled over the dress, and touched the tag; the price was a ridiculously low. She stared, assuming she misread, yet the number was an unmistakable $14.50.
Was there something wrong with it? Her eyes found no flaw. She assumed it was because women didn’t need to dress like that. Most of the men were away. They were fighting to save the world, leaving the too old, too young, too inferior behind. Leaving the women who have occasion to wear such a dress, behind.
It was a cocktail dress, suitable for evenings to be laughing at a bar, or dancing, yes, dancing. Dancing in the arms of a man in uniform who was now facing death, a man who she would wait for. So the dress need wait until such a man returned.
She had no one to wait for. Her Harry had joined the Army in 1921, was wounded during a training exercise and Honorably Discharged.
He was still just under forty and she was no beauty.
Martha Alton was an old maid of twenty seven, with no prospects. With no dreams. When Harry Minsk asked her to marry him she consented. She consented.
She consented because there was war, shortages and rationing. Her engagement party was as good as it could be, her family and friends having hoarded their ration cards to make it as special as possible, and saving some of those precious tickets for her wedding.
Martha did not mind. She was marrying Harry because there was no option, just as there was no option in how much sugar one could buy.
Her Engagement had been six months long, giving everyone time to put together their dresses and suits from scraps and hand me downs, and having dressmakers work overtime.
The Wedding would be this Saturday.
