Ringelblum still stood straight, still darkly handsome, still well-dressed, the sadness just barely visible in his eyes. Yehudit still attended our meetings too, with her air of inviolable calm. They were both intimately involved with the soup kitchens and the Judenrat board; they knew the players at the post office and the members of the religious council. Ringelblum still had occasional phone access to New York, and so he knew the most current news of the war. He was a barometer, and we looked to him to know how to feel: When he was hopeful, we were hopeful. When he stood straight, so did
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