Starting in September, Levine wouldn’t stop talking about Thanksgiving. “The Americans say a prayer before they start eating,” he said. “What do think, Mr. Baum?” “By us it’s not a holiday,” Papa said. “Why not? We live in America so we should celebrate like Americans. This week I filled out citizenship papers for Celia and me. My boys were born here so they don’t have to worry. Not Addie, either. But the rest of us, we have to apply.” “For what?” Papa said. “So they can find us easier to throw us out? Or put boys into the army?” “For voting,” said Levine. Betty sniffed. “So why should I bother if they don’t let me?” Levine clapped his hands. “We got a suffragette in the family. What do you think, Celia? Is Betty right? Should women vote like men? Celia?” Like always, Celia was mending clothes and not paying attention.
