Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By Katherine Locke
“Will I be able to write you?” asked Joan as she sat on my bed, kicking her legs as I
stuffed shirts and trousers into my suitcase. I didn’t know how long I’d be in—well,
wherever I was going—but I hadn’t any idea of the laundry facilities there, or if it
but I shoved away the feeling as quickly as I could. I’d already accepted. I couldn’t
Besides, this would help Wolf. Part of me knew that Colonel Mann had
mentioned that only to sway me, because somehow he knew that I’d do anything to
keep my brother alive. But part of me was grateful for the reminder that there was
always something I could be doing that was more important than whatever I was
doing at the moment. I didn’t want to become stuck or complacent at the lab. And if
someone did push me out of the lab in a few years, if no one would hire me when I
When I started university two years ago, I’d cried on the first day because I
was terrified I’d be dismissed without a chance. Wolf had grabbed me by both of my
shoulders and said, “Ilse. You’ll be so good they won’t be able to ignore you.”
“Of course,” I told my best friend, realizing I hadn’t answered her question. I
didn’t even know if it was true, what I said. It’d sound suspicious if I said no so it
was easier to lie right now and say yes. “I’ll write you as soon as I arrive so you’ll
have my address.”
“I can’t believe you’re going to California,” Joan groaned. “You’re going to see
movie stars.”
“Not all of California is Hollywood,” I laughed. I’d told her California just to
explain why she couldn’t come visit. For all I knew, I was going to California.
“The good parts are,” Joan insisted. “Just like I don’t understand why anyone
I had never left New York. There hadn’t been any need. My father’s factories
were here, my schools were here, my entire extended family lived here…the farthest
I’d gone had been Fire Island and I occasionally went into the other boroughs, or to
Coney Island. For all my family’s wealth, I had never traveled. My mother was losing
her mind over the thought of me alone on the train, and Colonel Mann had flatly
Secretly, I was thrilled by that. Being recruited by the Army felt like a
particularly grown-up adventure, and my mother at my side would have ruined that
illusion. And the more fear that trembled underneath my ribs, the more I forced
myself to think only of my own bravery, my own courage, and my own strength. It
was, as Wolf liked to say, an attempt to convince myself until I believed myself.
I always told him that it wasn’t true, that I couldn’t do that because that’s not
how science worked. But he’d laughed and said, “Oh, Illy,” which was the name he
used for me that drove Mama and Papa crazy, “emotions aren’t science.”
He wasn’t wrong.
But he also wasn’t right.
I tried to think about what he’d think about me helping the Army. I hoped he
was proud wherever he was. I’d posted a letter yesterday telling him that the Army
was asking me to join them on a special project and that’s all I could said, but I had
hopes that he’d be home soon. I told him he owed me ice cream for not writing for
so long.
When I sent it, Papa walked with me to the post office. He was silent the
entire way, except on the way back when he said, “I hope you know how proud your
mother and I are of you and your brother. This is tikkun olam.”
A bunched up pair of stockings hit me in the side of the head and I yelped.
“You know they’re the same thing, right?” She teased me. She slid off my bed
She held up a new tube of lipstick Mama had bought me for my journey. It
was an orchid red, a little more purple and a little deeper than I normally wore but
she told me it complemented my olive skin and dark hair. I thought it made me look
too…noticeable.
I’d become too used to hiding my femininity in hopes that the men in the
university lab would forget I was just a sixteen year old girl.
Joan turned the lipstick and lean close to my mirror to run it over her lips. I
had to look away when she pressed and rolled her lips together, smacking them
loudly as she admired the color. “It looks better on you. Keep it.”
She squealed. “Oh my God, are you serious? I love it. Where did you get it?”
I shrugged and stood to pull my black dress for Shabbos off the hanger in my
I said it casually, but I wanted her answer more than I wanted to want the
answer.
She leaned back and slid my sunglasses onto her face. With her light brown
hair and full red lips and the sunglasses, she looked like she could be a model, one of
the girls on the billboards in Times Square. “I think you’re going to meet a young
man on your train. He’s going to be dashing, home from the war with a mild injury
“Joan,” I hissed, giggling and covering my mouth. My bedroom door was shut
but it didn’t mean Myrtle or my mother wasn’t in the hallway and couldn’t hear her.
Joan grinned but didn’t stop. Of course she didn’t. “First, he’ll see you reading
one of your fancy smart scientific papers and he’ll say, “Oh is your husband a
“You are terrible,” I groaned, but I felt myself relaxing as I flopped back down
on the floor. “Please stop. My mother will send you home if she hears that language.”
She slid the sunglasses down her nose. “He’ll doubt you at first, but then
you’ll start talking science with him and he’ll be so impressed. By the time you roll
into Hollywood--,”
“San Francisco,” I reminded her, though it was as much of a lie now as it had
been yesterday.
“Same place,” she said, waving her hand. “He’ll be too smitten to let you go.
He’ll walk you to your boardinghouse and then lean against a streetlamp
Hollywood? They do now. In the morning, he’ll still be there and you’ll greet him in
the window with your dressing gown on. Or maybe he’ll be dead from exhaustion
“What’s the point?” She asked, her voice lofty. “He’ll be having you on a train
back here as soon as you arrive to ask your father’s permission to marry you.”
I snorted. “My father will say ‘Not until she’s twenty eight, at least.’”
“I don’t want to marry,” I said. “I want to do science. That’s why I’m leaving.”
“Why? Because it’s the truth.” She took off my sunglasses and set them on my
vanity. “You’re not going to be able to do just science, you know. You’ll need to get
I wanted to say no, wanted to say I didn’t want to, just by the way my heart
harnessed to someone and his whims. What if my husband said I couldn’t get a job
in science? What if I had a child and no one would hire me? I was too young to think
about all these things, but I’d have a doctorate by the time I was eighteen, by the
time this war was over if Colonel Mann held up to his side of the promise, and I’d
“Fine,” Joan said, rolling her eyes. “It doesn’t happen on the train. Gosh, you
should have seen your face. You’re the only one I know who is so nervous about
“I just want to do science,” I repeated. And then after a pause, I added, “for as
long as I am able.”
Joan’s gaze was too pitying for me to bear. “I know. I’m sorry for bringing it
up.”
For a moment, we were very quiet, sitting there in a small room with nothing
but the city outside my window. I will miss this, I thought to myself. This familiarity
thousands and maybe millions of people whose lives did not intersect with my own,
for whom I was background noise, the same way a car honking on the street now
was to me. I wanted to be anonymous, and famous, all in the same fell swoop. I
wanted to be known but not seen. Respected, but ignored. My very being warred
with itself every day, and nothing about the coming days, weeks, or months would
“You aren’t coming back, are you?” Joan’s voice broke softly through my
reverie.
I couldn’t look at her. I looked out the window and said, “I don’t know. Is that
strange? Shouldn’t I know? It is science and universities. I am not going off to war. I
I wasn’t sure which of those words were lies and which of them were truths
anymore.
“I always knew you were smarter than the rest of us, but now you’re going to
put that big brain of yours to work, and I just—you’re very brave, Ilse.” The chair
squeaked back and forth as Joan spun it slowly. It’d been my mother’s sewing chair
from when she was a little girl. “I’m jealous. But don’t forget to take a break from
science. If you see Gary Cooper, you best be getting his autograph for me.”
She smiled. “Good. Now. How much more packing do you have to do? Let’s go
down to the soda shop. I’m bored and there will be boys to flirt with.”