In the tradition of The Nightingale, Sarah's Key, and Lilac Girls, comes a saga inspired by true events of a Holocaust survivor’s quest to return to Poland and fulfill a promise, from Ronald H. Balson, author of the international bestseller Once We Were Brothers.
“Readers who crave more books like Balson’s Once We Were Brothers and Kristin Hannah’s bestselling The Nightingale will be enthralled by Karolina’s Twins.” Booklist (starred review)
"A heart-wrenching but ultimately triumphant story." Chicago Tribune
She made a promise in desperation
Now it's time to keep it
Lena Woodward, elegant and poised, has lived a comfortable life among Chicago Society since she immigrated to the US and began a new life at the end of World War II. But now something has resurfaced that Lena cannot ignore: an unfulfilled promise she made long ago that can no longer stay buried.
Driven to renew the quest that still keeps her awake at night, Lena enlists the help of lawyer Catherine Lockhart and private investigator Liam Taggart. Behind Lena’s stoic facade are memories that will no longer be contained. She begins to recount a tale, harkening back to her harrowing past in Nazi-occupied Poland, of the bond she shared with her childhood friend Karolina. Karolina was vivacious and beautiful, athletic and charismatic, and Lena has cherished the memory of their friendship her whole life. But there is something about the story that is unfinished, questions that must be answered about what is true and what is not, and what Lena is willing to risk to uncover the past. Has the real story been hidden these many years? And if so, why?
Two girls, coming of age in a dangerous time, bearers of secrets that only they could share.
Just when you think there could not be anything new to ferret out from World War II comes Karolina's Twins, a spellbinding new novel by the bestselling author of Once We Were Brothers and Saving Sophie. In this richly woven tale of love, survival and resilience during some of the darkest hours, the unbreakable bond between girlhood friends will have consequences into the future and beyond.
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By Ronald H. Balson
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The stenciled writing on the frosted glass door simply read investigations. On the second floor of a vintage walk-up on Chicago's near north side, a broad-shouldered man in a Derry rugby shirt unwrapped a sandwich and opened the Chicago Tribune to the sports page. His hair, just a little thinner this year with tinges of gray sneaking in, was cut short. His ruddy face evidenced the wear of twenty years in his business.
Just as he took a healthy bite of his sandwich, the phone rang. "Damn," he mumbled.
"Liam Taggart," he said, as he swallowed.
"My name is Lena Woodward." Her voice was thin and sounded elderly. "Is this the private detective?"
"Yes, ma'am, it is. How can I help you?"
"I'd like to schedule an appointment."
"Can I ask what you have in mind, Miss Woodward?"
"It's Mrs. Woodward. I'd like you to help me find someone. Actually, two people."
"Are these people related to you?"
There was a pause on the line. "No. May I have an appointment, please? I'll tell you all about it when I see you."
"Well, I have time this afternoon. Do you want to come in today?"
"Tomorrow morning would be better," she said, "but I need to meet with you and Ms. Lockhart. Both of you."
"Catherine's a lawyer, she doesn't find people. Does this involve a court case?"
"Well, let me make a suggestion: we'll meet tomorrow and if you have legal needs, we can always talk to Catherine later."
"Respectfully, I must insist upon her presence, Mr. Taggart. Would you see if she's available, as well?"
"Mrs. Woodward, she's a busy lawyer and she has a busy morning court call. Her time is very expensive ..."
"Then three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and please don't patronize me, Mr. Taggart, I know what legal costs are. I have the money to cover each of your fees if I choose to engage you."
"Could you give me just a little more information, just a hint? Why are you trying to find these people? Who are they to you? Are they in the Chicago area?" There was another pause. "Mrs. Woodward?"
"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Three o'clock?"
Liam sighed. "I don't have Catherine's calendar, but I'll see if she's available. May I have a number where I can reach you?" After jotting down the information, he ended the call and sat for a
moment contemplating why this woman thought it was necessary to involve Catherine in a simple skiptrace. He shrugged and made the call.
"Law offices of Catherine Lockhart."
"Gladys, what's Cat doing tomorrow afternoon at three?"
"Preparing for a hearing on Monday morning."
"Okay, would you pencil me in the book for three o'clock? We'll be meeting with a woman named Lena Woodward."
"What's it about?"
"I don't know."
* * *
In a three-story brownstone on West Belden Ave., two blocks west of Chicago's Lincoln Park, Liam sat at the kitchen table, drinking a Guinness, staring at his computer and waiting for his wife. Two subjects occupied his thoughts: the mysterious call from Lena Woodward earlier that afternoon and his lack of a strong running back in advance of his weekly fantasy showdown with his cousin. The door opened and Catherine Lockhart-Taggart entered carrying a box of documents.
"Working tonight?" Liam said.
"I have a TRO set for Monday morning, for which I'm unprepared, and then somebody I know told Gladys to schedule an appointment for tomorrow at three, taking away my entire afternoon."
Liam took the box from Catherine and placed it on the dining room table. "She was very insistent. She bullied me."
Catherine slipped her heels off, hung her raincoat on the hook, walked to the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass of cold milk. "What does this woman want? Why are you two coming to my office?"
Liam shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Because she wants to see us."
"I think she wants us to find two people."
"What two people?"
"Liam, honestly, sometimes you do the goofiest things. Why didn't you ask her?"
"I did. She wouldn't tell me. She's very bossy."
"Oh hell, Liam, she's probably a kook. She won't even show up."
He shook his head. "Nope. Not a kook. She'll show."
"And you know this because ..."
"It's me Irish intuition."
Catherine started to spread her papers out on the table. "Then your intuition should tell you that you're in charge of dinner tonight."
* * *
Liam loved chatting with Catherine's secretary, a fiery Latin from Chicago's Pilsen neighborhood, who ran Cat's office tighter than Patton ran the Third. "How many paper clips did Cat use this week?" Liam teased.
"You think I don't know?" Gladys said with her hands on her hips.
Just then the door opened and a tall woman in a camel coat, knitted scarf and soft brown pillbox hat entered the office. Her gait was a bit unsteady and she needed the assistance of a shiny black cane. She smiled at Liam. "I presume you are Mr. Taggart?" She extended her hand. "I'm Lena."
"It's very nice to meet you, Lena. This is Gladys, Catherine's security force. I think Catherine is waiting for us."
Gladys took Lena's coat and escorted them back to Catherine's office. Lena appeared to be well into her eighties. She stood straight and poised, smartly dressed in a gray two-piece suit, a silk designer scarf and a pearl lattice barrette, which was clipped neatly to the right side of her styled silver hair. After the introductions, Lena came straight to the point. "I'd like to hire you both. I need to find out what happened to two children."
"Like I told you on the phone," Liam said. "Catherine doesn't find children. That's my stock-in-trade."
Lena nodded with a knowing smile. "I didn't come here by accident. I was a very close friend to Ben Solomon. Eight years ago you guided him through the final pursuit of his life — the quest to bring Hauptscharführer Otto Piatek to justice. Adele Silver and I sat with him almost every night during those trying times. I'm aware of what the two of you can do when you put your minds to it. I've seen it and I want to hire the team. I can pay for it."
"It's not a matter of money, Mrs. Woodward," Catherine said. "Ben needed a trial lawyer and I met that requirement. Ben also needed an investigator and that's where Liam came in. Ben's situation was unique. I'm sure it was quite different from yours."
Lena was unfazed. She continued to smile. "Different in some respects, but there are probably more similarities than disparities. Nevertheless, the project will require tireless efforts and a creative approach. According to Ben, it's the magical combination of your two minds that distinguishes you. He said he'd never seen anything like the way you two work together." She punctuated her declaration with her index finger. "I want the package."
"What do you want us to do, Lena?" Catherine said in a more resigned tone.
"I told you. I want you to find two children."
"Are they your children?"
Lena shook her head. "They aren't mine. But I made a promise to a very special person and I intend to keep it."
Catherine swiveled to her credenza and pushed the button on her phone. "Gladys, would you please put on a pot of coffee and hold my calls."CHAPTER 2
"I suppose i should start out at the beginning and tell you how I came to know these children. I was born Lena Scheinman in the town of Chrzanów, Poland, southwest of Kraków, in the province of Silesia, in 1924. When I entered my teenage years —"
Catherine held up her hand. "Chrzanów. Is that anywhere near Zamosc?"
"No, that was Ben's town. Although spelled Chrzanów, the town is pronounced Shah-nov. It's on the other side of Poland, near the Czech border."
Catherine looked at Liam. "I think we've been down this road before. Will this assignment involve us in something that happened during the Holocaust? Is that why you sought us out? Because of Ben Solomon? I mean, his case was certainly about the Holocaust, but it didn't make us experts in the field of wartime Poland."
Lena raised her eyebrows. "I came to you because of your talents and, I admit, also because of Ben. He was your greatest fan. And I was his. Maybe because we were both survivors, maybe because we both went through hell in wartime Poland — as I told you, there are similarities — Ben and I had a special bond. I sought you out because I must find out what happened to two children and I think you are the ones to help me."
"I apologize for the way my question was framed. I just wanted you to know that if you need an expert on Poland or World War II, you could do a lot better than Liam and me. We were able to help Ben find and prosecute Otto Piatek, but Ben was the source of all wartime information."
"I understand, but I know I've come to the right people and I beg you to hear me out."
"Of course." Catherine turned and picked up a yellow pad. "First, let's get a little background. Are these two children related to you in some way?" Lena shook her head. "No. They were Karolina's. They're twins."
Liam leaned forward, his elbows on the table "What are their names, Lena?"
She shook her head again. "Today? I wouldn't know. Many years ago they were Rachel and Leah."
Catherine glanced at Liam and then back to Lena. "Who is Karolina?"
"She was my dear, dear friend. She saved my life, but in the end I could not save hers." The memory made Lena pause. She blinked away a tear and brushed it aside with the back of her fingers. Finally, in a whispered tone she said, "I beg you to help me fulfill my promise. Please find Karolina's two little girls."
Catherine reached for a box of tissues and set it on the desk. "Where did Karolina live?"
Lena lowered her eyes. "In Chrzanów, near me. Many times with me."
Catherine again glanced at Liam, but he only shrugged.
"I suppose these twins were born during World War II? In Poland?"
"Lena, that's seventy years ago."
"I know. That's how long I've carried this burden. And soon, like my husband used to say, my membership card in the human race is due to expire. Two years ago, a month or two before Adele died, cancer took my husband from me. I lost my two dearest friends within sixty days. After their deaths, life had one purpose for me: my promise to Karolina.
"Over the years, my husband was very good with his business and his investments. Just before he died, he said, 'Lena, we have the money, keep your promise to Karolina. Put your soul to rest.' So, after a while I dove into it, made some inquiries, even flew back to Poland. But Chrzanów has changed. My inquiries went nowhere. I failed to generate any momentum. I really didn't know where to start. I finally came to the conclusion that if I were going to succeed in finding these girls, I would need professional help."
"And you came to us because of Ben?"
"As I said, Ben, Adele and I were very close. Ben told me that if I was ever going to seek out these children, I should come to you and Liam. He said you were a good listener, and if anybody could do it, you could do it. He constantly raved about you, Catherine. How patient and understanding you were."
"I'm honored, thank you. Ben was also very special to me."
"Where was the last place these children were seen?" Liam said.
"I wish I could give you the precise location or even the name of a town, but I can't. I know the general region, at least the way it was in 1943, but it's probably too imprecise."
Liam shook his head. "I have to be honest with you, Lena. I don't know if it's possible to help you. I'm pretty good at locating people, but I need a starting point." He counted on his fingers, "One, we don't know their names. Two, we don't know where they live. Three, we don't know where they were last seen. Four, we don't know what they presently look like and we don't even know if they're still alive. I'm afraid you'd be throwing your savings away on a wild-goose chase."
Lena remained unfazed. Her countenance was resolute and she pointed her chin. "We'll find them, I know we will. With your expert help." She gave a sharp, definitive nod. "We'll find them."
"Maybe it would help if you tell us a little bit about Karolina and why you're so invested in finding her children. Maybe after all these years they're doing just fine and don't need your assistance."
"That's not the point. There's information they need to know and I need to tell them."
Catherine picked up her pen. "Well, there's information I need to know as well before I can agree to get involved. I'm not going to accept your money if I don't have confidence that Liam and I can do something for you."
"Understood and agreed."
"All right, let's get started. Tell me about Karolina. Everything you remember."
"You'll listen? Keep an open mind?"
Catherine smiled. "Yes, I will."
"Thank you. Thank you so much." She took a sip of coffee, crossed her legs, smoothed her skirt and began. "I first met Karolina on the day she pushed my brother home from school."
Catherine furrowed her brow. "Pushed him?"
"My brother was seven and needed a wheelchair. When Milosz was four, he was stricken with childhood polio. My father took him to a doctor in Kraków who attended to him night and day. Back in the thirties, Milosz was a miracle child — he beat the disease. But it left him with severely withered legs and an inability to walk. A disability, to be sure, but not one that ever minimized Milosz. He couldn't play outside with the other boys, so the Muses compensated him with gifts of music, art and poetry."
"At age seven?"
"Absolutely. He could delight you with his talents — he played the violin. I'm sorry you never got the chance to hear him play. Or see his drawings. Or hear him recite his poetry. Even at seven years old."
Lena smiled at the memory. "Milosz could infect you with his joie de vivre. Though physically hampered, he never considered himself unlucky and a smile never left his face. He had nothing but kind words to say. Everyone adored him. Simply said, he loved life.
"Anyway, because of Milosz's disability, someone had to take him to and from school every day. Usually that person was Magda — she was our live-in nanny and housekeeper. Really, she was much more. She was part of our family and a great influence in my young life. She would take Milosz to and from the elementary school in his wheelchair — which Milosz referred to as his 'Maserati.'"
"Was the school far?" Catherine said. "I'm trying to get a sense of your town."
"Maybe seven, eight blocks. Nothing was too far in Chrzanów. There was a central market square and the town blossomed out from there. Cars were rare in Chrzanów. My family didn't own a car, even though we were quite comfortable. Everybody walked. If you needed to go farther than a good walk, you took a horse and buggy. We had a carriage. It was a fancy buggy.
"In those days, Chrzanów had about twenty-five thousand residents. Forty percent of the town was Jewish and the remainder was Catholic. The immediate area around Chrzanów was hilly and thick with forests. Beyond the perimeter, the countryside was a patchwork of farms, lumber mills and mining operations, especially coal. Kraków, Poland's second largest city, was forty-five kilometers to the east.
"My mother's family owned a store on the edge of the main square that sold building materials and farm provisions. It had been in her family for years. My mother, Hannah Scheinman, worked in the store several days a week. My father, Jacob Scheinman, worked there as well. With both my parents working, Magda not only took care of the house, she took care of Milosz and me.
"The day I met Karolina, it was raining. Magda had gone out of town to visit her mother. My father was supposed to pick up Milosz, but he got tied up at the store and couldn't break away. He asked the school's headmistress to have someone help me bring Milosz home. Karolina was chosen.
"Our home was three blocks off the market square — a two-story, stone house with a gabled roof and a small attic. I mention the attic because it would soon become the centerpiece of my existence. When Karolina brought Milosz home, she hung around for a while. As young girls will do, we had a snack and gossiped away the afternoon. Soon my mother arrived and insisted that Karolina stay for dinner. I was twelve at the time. Milosz was seven. Karolina was thirteen.
"I had seen Karolina at school, but she was a year ahead of me. She was also very popular. Even then, as a young teen, she was exquisite and she grew more beautiful with each passing year. She was strong, athletic and vivacious. She had dark, curly hair and big expressive eyes. Coy, flirtatious, smart, bold and very sure of herself, the boys flocked to her.
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I have read Mr Balsons two previous novels. As so often is the case, the next book is sub standard. Not this time.!!!! This author is amazing, draws you in by the first 10 pages or so. This story shows you the depth of a mothers love and a dear friend keeping a promise. Amazing book by a gifted story teller. Highly recommend this and everything else he has written!!!!!! Karen from Michigan
Loved, loved this story!!
I loved this book, the ending warmed my heart!
This is not a great book but I did finish it. Not up to par with Once We Were Brothers..
Incredible story of survival, love and promises. Couldn't wait to get to the end so I would know what happened, but I also hated for this beautiful story to end. Cannot wait for his next book!
I was really put off by the corny device used to tell an otherwise interesting story - who would believe a lawyer would meet week after week with an old lady who is determined to tell her life story before she gets to the point about why she wants to find 2 babies born 70 years ago?
"Karolina's Twins" was a heart-wrenching, captivating tale of what it was like to be Jewish in Poland during World War II. Lena was 17 when the war began and her family was executed. She sought to survive in a time when survival was extremely difficult. Although she has pushed down her memories of that time, after her husband dies (70 years after the war), she seeks to hire the PI and attorney team of Liam and Caroline to hunt down Karolina's twin girls who were born during the war and thrown from a railway car heading to Auschwitz. Lena and Karolina never knew what had happened to them, and before Karolina died, she made Lena promise that she would find them when the war is over. Lena tells her stories in episodic chunks from the beginning through the end of the war, as well as a brief recap of what happened after the war. As she is telling her story from 70 years in the future, it reads with more distance than a tale told in the present would. It focuses on facts, events, and people without so much suspense or emotions as a present-tense novel would. This does not make it any less emotional or easier to walk away from- Lena's story is gripping, and it was really difficult not to read the ending and know what happens before you get there slowly through all the events and pains of the war and concentration camps. I could not put it down! Lena's story is interrupted by her son, Arthur, and his case to declare her mentally incompetent and secure his inheritance. I felt that I could have done without this part of the story/would have liked it more without. However, Arthur challenges the story, pointing out the questions the reader may also have (e.g. why wait 70 years?) and rushes the investigation. That being said, I think this could have been approached in another way as well, but it did make it necessary for Lena to hire a lawyer so that she could work with both Caroline and Liam. Overall, it's a really incredible story of humanity and the ability to endure when all seems lost. I highly recommend it. Please note that I received an ARC through a goodreads giveaway. All opinions are my own.
Karolina's Twins is classified as fiction, but what makes it unusual is the way it runs on two levels. The fictional plot is on the top level and the bottom level is the story of a real Holocaust survivor. The protagonist is Lena Woodward, an elderly Holocaust survivor who grew up in Poland before the War. She and her husband eventually emigrated to the United States where they became wealthy. After his death and before her own, she wants to find out what happened to twin girls who were lost during the War. She hires the Taggarts to find them. Catherine Lockhart-Taggart is a lawyer and her husband, Liam Taggart, is a private investigator. To explain her quest for the twins, she tells her story to Catherine. This gripping tale breathes reality and was inspired by the life of Fay Scharf Waldman. Episode by episode, Lena describes what happened to her and how she survived. She begins by remembering her happy family life before the German invasion of Poland and her close friendship with Karolina. When the German army moved in, the hungry times began and most of the Jews were forced to cram themselves into a small ghetto on the edge of town. Unwanted children and old people were soon shipped out to unknown destinations. When Lena's family is arrested, she escapes by hiding in the attic of their home. When it is taken over by a German family, she leaves, sneaks into the ghetto where someone tells her the Germans have killed her father, mother, and disabled brother. Lena is lucky enough to get a job in the Shop, where skilled women sewed uniform coats for the Germans. The manager, David Woodward, is Jewish and attracted to Lena. He recruits her as a courier for the Polish underground and rewards her with extra food. When Lena finds Karolina also working in the Shop, they decide to live together. To get clean water, they have to sneak outside the ghetto. Karolina's lover is a German soldier and he sometimes steals food and fuel for them. They are young, healthy, and strong enough to survive semi-starvation, living in the disease ridden ghetto, and working long hours under miserable conditions. Before the Shop is closed, David is sent somewhere by the Germans and Karolina's soldier is transferred to the Russian front. Lena and Karolina are sent to another work camp where there will be no way to hide their babies. On the journey, they abandon the twins to save their lives and Karolina is shot. Lena is eventually sent to Auschwitz. Towards the end of the War, the Germans close Auschwitz down and Lena manages to escape from the death march of the few surviving workers. She returns to her hometown where she meets and marries David. Jews are no longer welcome there so they leave and eventually reach the United States. While Lena is telling her story, her son begins legal action to gain control over his aging mother and her estate. He believes the twins only exist in her imagination and she has become mentally disabled. The progress of this lawsuit is cleverly fitted in between the episodes in Lena's tale. Since the author is a lawyer, the legal steps are well described. The plot tension revolves around one question. Can Liam Taggart find the girls in Poland before Lena is declared incompetent and turned over to the custody of her son? Before the ending, long hidden secrets must be revealed. Quill says: A gripping story and well worth reading.
I never tire of stories based in and around the Holocaust. This is perhaps the best I have read. The stories of inhumanity are not new, but the personalization in this book very quickly got me emotionally involved. No matter that it is fiction, your heart aches for these people and you share emotionally in their ups and downs. The characters are three-dimensional whether in the history or the present day. Much of the good and bad of what it means to be human is on display. For days after finishing this book, I would have an anecdote from the story cross my mind and I would become instantly emotional.
I received a free electronic ARC of this novel from Netgalley, Ronald H. Balson, and St. Martin's Press in exchange for an honest review. Thank you all, for sharing your work with me. Lena Woodward is an elderly, widowed Polish holocaust survivor. She involves Chicago private investigator Liam Taggard and his lawyer wife, Catherine Lockhard, in her search for twin babies lost from the train when she and her friends Karolina and Muriel were being shipped from the Chrzanow ghetto, where she, husband David and Karolina were forced labor in a Natzi coat and clothing factory, to the Gross-Rosen work camp. Karolina was shot soon after the transfer in Poland, attempting to escape. Lena and David were re-united after the war in the US and settled in Chicago, where they were successful in business, owning men's clothing stores and small neighborhood groceries. Lena asks Liam and Catherine to help her fulfill a promise made to Karolina to find out what happened to those twins. Her son Arthur is disbelieving, not hearing of the twins at all, nor the promise Lena had made to Karolina to find the babies after the war until just 4 years before, shortly before the death of his father David. Thinking his mother is simply obsessing on the war experiences she never spoke of and is facing dementia, Arthur introduces a competency hearing and sues for guardianship of her estate. I found this novel to be exceptional. Ronald Balson has portrayed this family history in a forthright, empathetic manner, including all the facts involved in the escape from the Natzi's terroristic reign.
I felt not only the facts and feelings of the lives of those who lived and died during the Holocaust were well expressed here, but the way an aged person may respond to stress and unresolved events in his or her life was vivid. I have known some Holocaust survivors through a job I held, and I felt Lena's reactions were very believable.
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