To my readers:
 
This is a story I’ve been tiptoeing around for two volumes. It’s not going to be easy at times, so if you’re not in the mood to read it, it’s fine if you skip it. I will understand. This Story contains references to antisemitism, Nazis and associated symbology. However, within its pages, there’s also love, resistance, Chanukah, kittens and hope. 
 
This story is dedicated to those who say Never Again and work to keep it from happening. 
 
This story is dedicated to those who find the light of hope in the darkness.
 
To those in Mount Kisco, in Charlottesville, and in so many other places where people have found themselves searching for words to explain things they thought they’d never have to explain, my heart is with you.

And to Jane Agdern, my mother, who knows what it’s like to start a lesson with ‘we’re still her.

​Warmest regards,  Stacey