As they walked away, Florentyna could hear him telling the blonde, ‘That was the girl who sent me the note.’ The blonde looked back over her shoulder and started laughing. ‘She’s probably still a virgin,’ Pete added.
Florentyna went to the girls’ locker room and hid until everyone else had gone home, dreading that they would all laugh at her once the story had gone the rounds. She didn’t sleep that night, and the next morning she studied the other girls’ faces but couldn’t see any signs of sniggers or stares and decided to confide in Susie Jacobson to discover if the story had gotten around. When Florentyna had finished her story, Susie burst out laughing.
‘Not you as well,’ Susie said.
Florentyna felt a lot better after Susie told her how far down the line she actually was. It gave her the courage to ask Susie if she knew what a virgin was.
‘I’m not certain,’ said Susie. ‘Why?’
‘Because Pete said I probably was one.’
‘Then I think I must be one as well. I once overheard Mary Alice Beckman saying it was when a boy made love to you and nine months later you had a baby. Like Miss Horton told us about elephants, but they take two years.’
‘I wonder what it feels like.’
‘According to all the magazines Mary Alice keeps in her locker, it’s dreamy.’
‘Do you know anyone who’s tried?’
‘Margie McCormick claims she has.’
‘She would claim anything, and if she has, why hasn’t she had a baby?’
‘She said she took “precautions,” whatever they are.’
‘If it’s anything like having a period, I can’t believe it’s worth all the trouble,’ said Florentyna.
‘Agreed,’ said Susie. ‘I got mine yesterday. Do you think men have the same problem?’
‘Not a chance,’ said Florentyna. ‘They always end up with the best of every deal. Obviously we get the periods and the babies and they get shaving and the draft, but I shall have to ask Miss Tredgold about that.’
‘I’m not sure she’ll know,’ said Susie.
‘Miss Tredgold,’ said Florentyna with confidence, ‘knows everything.’
That evening when Miss Tredgold was approached by a puzzled Florentyna, she did not hesitate to sit the child down and explain the birth process to her in the fullest detail, warning her of the consequences of a rash desire to experiment. Florentyna sat and listened to Miss Tredgold in silence. When she had finished, Florentyna asked, ‘Then why is so much fuss made about the whole thing?’
‘Modern society and loose morals make a lot of demands on girls, but always remember that each of us makes our own decision as to what others think of us and, more importantly, what we think of ourselves.’
‘She did know all about becoming pregnant and having babies,’ Florentyna said to Susie the next day with great authority.
‘Does that mean you’re going to remain a virgin?’ asked Susie.
‘Oh, yes,’ said Florentyna. ‘Miss Tredgold is still one.’
‘But what about “precautions”?’ demanded Susie.
‘You don’t need them if you remain a virgin,’ Florentyna said, passing on her newfound knowledge.
The only other event of importance that year for Florentyna was her confirmation. Although Father O’Reilly, a young priest from the Holy Name Cathedral, officially instructed her, Miss Tredgold, resolutely suppressing the Church of England tenets of her youth, studied the Roman Catholic ‘Orders in Confirmation’ and took Florentyna painstakingly through her preparation, leaving her in no doubt of the obligations that her promises to our dear Lord brought upon her. The Roman Catholic Archbishop of Chicago, assisted by Father O’Reilly, administered the confirmation, and both Abel and Zaphia attended the service. Their divorce having been completed, they sat in separate pews.
Florentyna wore a simple white dress with a high neck, the hem falling a few inches below the knee. She had made the dress herself, with — when she was asleep — a little help from Miss Tredgold. The original design had come from a photograph in Paris-Match of a dress worn by Princess Elizabeth. Miss Tredgold had brushed Florentyna’s long dark hair for over an hour until it shone. She even allowed it to fall to her shoulders. Although she was only thirteen, the young confirmand looked stunning.
‘My Kum is beautiful,’ said George as he stood next to Abel in the front pew of the church.
‘I know,’ said Abel.
‘No, I’m serious,’ said George. ‘Very soon there is going to be a line of men banging on the Baron’s castle door demanding the hand of his only daughter.’
‘As long as she’s happy, I don’t mind who she marries.’
After the service was over, the family had a celebration dinner in Abel’s private rooms at the Baron. Florentyna received gifts from her family and friends, including a beautiful leather-bound version of the King James Bible from Miss Tredgold, but the present she treasured most was the one her father had kept safely until he felt she was old enough to appreciate it, the antique ring that had been given to Florentyna on her christening by the man who had put his faith in Papa and backed the Baron Group.
‘I must write and thank him,’ said Florentyna.
‘You can’t, my dear, as I am not certain who he is. I honored my part of the bargain long ago, so now I will probably never discover his true identity.’
She slipped the antique ring onto the third finger of her right hand and throughout the rest of the day her eyes returned again and again to the sparkling little emeralds.
Chapter Eight
‘How will you be voting in the Presidential election, madam?’ asked the smartly dressed young man.
‘I shall not be voting,’ said Miss Tredgold, continuing down the street.
‘Shall I put you down as “Don’t know”?’ said the man, jogging to keep up with her.
‘Most certainly not,’ said Miss Tredgold. ‘I made no such suggestion.’
‘Am I to understand you don’t wish to state your preference?’
‘I am quite happy to state my preference, young man, but as I come from Much Hadham in England, it is unlikely to influence either Mr. Truman or Mr. Dewey.’
The man conducting the Gallup Poll retreated, but Florentyna watched him carefully because she had read somewhere that the results of such polls were now being taken seriously by all leading politicians.
Nineteen forty-eight, and America was in the middle of another election campaign. Unlike the Olympics, the race for the White House was re-run every four years, war or peace. Florentyna remained loyal to the Democrats but did not see how President Truman could possibly hold on to the White House after three such unpopular years as President. The Republican candidate, Thomas E. Dewey, had a lead of over 8 percent in the latest Gallup Poll and looked certain of victory.
Florentyna followed both campaigns closely and was delighted when Margaret Chase Smith beat three men to be chosen as the Republican senatorial candidate for Maine. For the first time, the American people were able to follow the election on television. Abel had installed an RCA at Rigg Street only months before he departed, but during term time Miss Tredgold would not allow Florentyna to watch ‘that newfangled machine’ for more than one hour a day. ‘It can never be a substitute for the written word,’ she declared. ‘I agree with Professor Chester L. Dawes of Harvard,’ she added. ‘Too many instant decisions will be made in front of the cameras that will later be regretted.’
Although she did not fully agree with Miss Tredgold’s sentiments at the time, Florentyna selected her hour carefully, particularly on Sundays, always choosing the CBS evening news, during which Douglas Edwards would give the campaign roundup, over Ed Sullivan’s more popular ‘Toast of the Town.’ However, she still found time to listen to Ed Murrow on the radio. After all his broadcasts from London during the war, she, like so many other millions of Americans, remained loyal to his kind of newscasting. She felt it was the least she could do.