“‘Stir the stew every ten minutes, Princess. Don’t let it burn.’ With a threatening scowl Anzya shoved past her nearly upsetting the laundry. Her mouth made a thin line under her narrow nose. She secured a black shawl over her kerchief.
“The sour woman seldom spoke and never smiled. Perhaps she had no teeth. When Havah asked Ulrich about her he said she was as much of a mystery as when she first came to work for him a year ago.”
~~Taken from Please Say Kaddish for Me by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Ulrich’s kitchen is completely Kosher because he’s given his Jewish cook, Anzya, free rein. For reasons Havah, doesn’t understand, he is compassionate toward the bitter woman even though she returns his caring with animosity.
Anzya regards Havah with disdain and sarcastically calls her Princess.
At one point in the story, in a fit of anger she asks Havah, “How can you be so friendly to him? How can you let him touch you?”
“Ulrich? Why don’t you like him?”
“He’s a goy. Isn’t that reason enough?”
Anzya will soon understand that Ulrich isn’t just another gentile, nor is Havah a pampered princess.
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