Marta frowned a little when Ezra admitted to swaying Rabbi Lincoln's choice, but she knew he did it out of her best interest. The rumors were growing everyday with things happening around the country. There was talk of Jewish members of a community in Berlin were gathered and forced to live in a five block radius, and a wall was be constructed around them. Families larger than ten were living in apartments smaller than the Baers. Marta prayed that never happened here, but deep down knew it was inevitable. But if Ezra and his parents thought she was just going to watch from the distance as they were taken away, they were in for a surprise. She would be right there with them, by their sides. Even if it was not at first, she would find a way, even if she lied about being Jewish just to make sure she could. She was a fool, but a fool in love.

"Why couldn't we have been alive fifty years ago, or even ten" she said with a sigh. Back to a time when Hitler wasn't in power, and while there was always some hostility against the Jewish community, there was hardly ever any violence. When Ezra spoke of marrying her, regardless of religion, Marta's eyes shined. She didn't want Ezra to have to make that sacrifice, but she couldn't deny how happy hearing those words made her. She felt her cheeks flushed when he spoke of sex. Marta would be lying if she said she hasn't thought about being with Ezra in that way, or that when they would kiss for long periods of time she would feel an ache in her lower regions. But being a virgin, it was still all so foreign to her. She imagined she would wait for marriage, but honestly, she loved Ezra and knew he loved her, so if they ever found the time to be right, she may go through with it. 

When Ezra began to fiddle with his necklace, Marta reached up and held onto his hand. She leaned over and kissed his hand, then leaned down a little and kissed his chest, atop of his shirt, where his heart was, and the scar he was so ashamed of. She then leaned over and gave him a tender kiss, letting it deepen slightly, allowing a moment to just relish in Ezra's presence. When she pulled back, she smiled and said "I love you."

Sitting up, Marta got off the bed and went over opened her suitcases finally. Inside, her parents provided her with some of her older, less fashionable dresses, her knickers, a few pairs of shoes, and socks, and her plain wool jacket. They did not give her any of her jewelry or fancier dresses, or her fur coat. But Marta was fine. As she pulled out the last few articles of clothing, she saw some paper at the bottom. She reached in and pulled it out; it was her sheet music for the piano. She smiled, but also felt her heart sink. Her father must have sneaked them in, because she doubted it was her mother's ideas. She held them tightly in her hands, before tucking them back in. She never spoke of her passion to Ezra. It didn't seem important anymore. She would always cherish the piano, but that part of her life seemed over. 

Standing she looked at Ezra, "Want to read Shakespeare?"