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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Part I
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Part II
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Part III
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Chapter Forty-Five
  53. Chapter Forty-Six
  54. Chapter Forty-Seven
  55. Chapter Forty-Eight
  56. Epilogue
  57. Author’s Note
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. Glossary
  60. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  61. About the Author
  62. Buenos Aires, 1996
  63. About the Book
  64. Ezrat Nashim Poster
  65. Reading Group Guide
  66. Praise
  67. Also by Talia Carner
  68. About the Publisher

“For the past two years, I’ve been urging him to design a fancy, specialized brothel in which each bedroom would have a motif and the girl working that room would playact a scene based upon it.”

That was why Moskowitz took Rochel to the theater so often, Batya realized. Rochel had never admitted it. She had kept secrets, just as Batya had.

Rochel went on. “I convinced him that simply acquiring more girls, when the many he had were already hard for Freda to manage, wasn’t as profitable as converting one of his brothels into a more high-class enterprise.” Rochel smiled, and the twin dimples that Batya hadn’t seen for months returned. “Buenos Aires is hungry for entertainment, not only for sex.” Facing the crisis with his colleagues, she went on to explain, Moskowitz finally saw the value of a unique approach to his business.

Rochel giggled. “The walls of the African room will be painted with elephants and giraffes. Stuffed monkeys will swivel from tree branches that will create a canopy over the bed. Maybe we’ll even have a real trained monkey observe the action in the room. What do you think?” Without waiting for Batya’s response, she continued to gush. “The girl working there will have a fake gun and will hunt the client, tie him in a net, and gag him until he does as she orders him to.” Rochel’s voice was as animated as in the mornings when she had recounted the plays she had attended. “The Chinese room will have red lanterns, and its walls will depict bubbling springs, with paintings of delicate virgins crouching by the pond, cherry blossoms in their hair. Weeping willow branches will create a canopy over the bed, where a girl wearing a kimono will serve tea—”

“That’s a Japanese girl,” Batya interrupted, showing off what she, too, had learned from her clients. “Just the first part is Chinese, I think.”

“They both drink tea from tiny cups and wear kimonos, right?”

Batya scrubbed the laundry, which was already clean. “The men won’t know the difference.”

“But it’s a good idea to have a Japanese room, too. I’ll ask the architect to bring books with pictures of Japan so I can see the difference.”