A Virtuoso in America: Adrian
How do you reconcile a decision you made in the past when the world erupts in war, threatening the life of someone you love and believe you were protecting?
Adrian Mazurek immigrated to the United States from Krakow, Poland, 14 years ago and is now a successful violin soloist and concertmaster of The Eleventh State Symphony Orchestra in New York. But despite his outward success, Adrian is inwardly harboring a shameful secret, one he has not revealed to anyone.
However, that is about to change. Adrian plans to propose marriage to Suzanne, but he knows he must tell her the truth about his past before doing so. Riddled with guilt and shame, Adrian can barely look at himself in the mirror. How can he look Suzanne in the eyes and tell her that he left his infant son, Simon, in the care of his aunt and uncle in Poland 14 years ago? If only confessing the truth to Suzanne was the most difficult part.
Adrian soon learns that Germany has invaded Poland and World War II has begun. Fearing the Germans will learn that his son is of Jewish heritage, Adrian must do something to ensure Simon's safety. But what? And will Suzanne stand by his side or will she turn away because of his deceit?
Suzanne and Adrian accepted the contessa’s invitation to dinner for the first week in January. She said there were people she wanted them to meet. Adrian speculated they were people of influence who might be able to help him locate Simon. He looked forward to the dinner.
Paul met them in the lobby and rode them up to the contessa’s apartment. When they got off the elevator, Paul took their coats and led them into the parlor. A group of six surrounded the contessa. She spotted Adrian and Suzanne and came to greet them.
Adrian had the feeling he’d seen one of the men before, but he couldn’t think from where. He didn’t recognize the other guests.
The contessa introduced the three couples to Adrian and Suzanne without any explanations as to their positions. The one who looked familiar was Philip Carter. His wife was Amy. The other two couples were Samson Reed, his wife, Eloise, and William Johnston and his wife, Beverly. They were pleasant, but Adrian felt uncomfortable. Suzanne looked less so. If they were people who could be helpful in locating my family in Poland, the contessa certainly would have told me beforehand, Adrian thought. He was baffled as to the purpose of this dinner. His mind raced for answers, but he couldn’t think of any.
The dinner conversation was light and congenial but uncomfortable for Adrian. He kept wondering why the contessa had pulled this group together. Despite his discomfort, he used his charm to get through the meal.
During dinner, the wife of Samson Reed brought up Suzanne and Adrian’s wedding at Union Hall. “How did you manage that?” she said.
Suzanne smiled, “My father arranged it. He’s the Director of Development for the orchestra. He and conductor McGowan thought it would be good publicity for the symphony.” Suzanne blushed. “I must admit it was a fairy tale wedding ceremony. I’m very grateful to them.”
“I understand you’re the agent for Nick Wells,” Beverly Johnston said. “He’s deliciously handsome and talented.”
Adrian heard her husband clear his throat and place his hand on his wife’s elbow. His wife looked over to him and bit her lip. The other two gentlemen looked at each other quickly then glanced over at the contessa.
Adrian watched this with curiosity. What is going on here?, he wondered.
It wasn’t until after dinner that Adrian got his answer.
“If you don’t mind, we’d like to meet with you in the contessa’s library,” Philip Carter said to Adrian and Suzanne.
Adrian and Suzanne looked at each other. Here it comes, thought Adrian. The real reason we’re here. He took Suzanne’s hand, and they and the three men followed Paul to the library where a bar was set up. Paul left. A slight chill went through Adrian.
Mr. Carter offered Suzanne and Adrian drinks. At their request, he poured Suzanne a glass of white wine and Adrian a brandy. The others filled their glasses, and they sat in a circle of leather and upholstered chairs.
Mr. Carter unwrapped a fresh cigar. He didn’t light it.
“I like to chew on these,” he said, directing himself to Suzanne. “I hope you don’t mind. My wife says it’s a disgusting habit, and she’s right, but I can’t seem to stop.”
Suzanne nodded her approval.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to get right to the point,” Mr. Carter said. “I know you must be wondering why we’re here tonight and what you have to do with it.” He leaned forward. “The mayor has appointed me to lead a commission to root out Nazi American activities in New York. I must ask that that you keep this meeting confidential.”
Now Adrian knew why he recognized Mr. Carter. His picture had been in the newspapers with the announcement of this new committee by the mayor.
Adrian and Suzanne looked at each other and back at Mr. Carter. They nodded their agreement.











