The Rose Code

by Kate Quinn

Are not there little chapters in everybody’s life, Beth had read in Vanity Fair only that morning, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history?

It dizzied her, this mixture of simple comfort and raw desire.

Mab coveted that dress more than air. “I can’t …” Osla paid absolutely no attention, bless her.

A pretty girl in a pretty hat in the middle of an ugly war.

These days, Beth sat in chapel letting the hymns wash over her and thinking about the Abwehr Enigma, and she didn’t think God minded at all. Beth didn’t think God was nearly as severe as her mother made Him out to be.