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Eva said: "And your father is famous!"
"They think he's a gangster."
Daisy's grandfather, Josef Vyalov, had owned bars and hotels. Her father, Lev Peshkov, had used the profits to buy ailing vaudeville theaters and convert them into cinemas. Now he owned a Hollywood studio, too.
Eva was indignant on Daisy's behalf. "How can they say such a thing?"
"They believe he was a bootlegger. They're probably right. I can't see how else he made money out of bars during Prohibition. Anyway, that's why Mother will never be invited to join the Buffalo Ladies' Society."
They both looked at Olga, sitting on Daisy's bed, reading the Buffalo Sentinel. In photographs taken when she was young, Olga was a willowy beauty. Now she was dumpy and drab. She had lost interest in her appearance, though she shopped energetically with Daisy, never caring how much she spent to make her daughter look fabulous.
Olga looked up from the newspaper to say: "I'm not sure they mind your father being a bootlegger, dear. But he's a Russian immigrant, and on the rare occasions he decides to attend divine service he goes to the Russian Orthodox Church on Ideal Street. That's almost as bad as being Catholic."
Eva said: "It's so unfair."
"I might as well warn you that they're not too fond of Jews, either," Daisy said. Eva was in fact half-Jewish. "Sorry to be blunt."
"Be as blunt as you like--after Germany, this country feels like the promised land."
"Don't get too comfortable," Olga warned her. "According to this paper, plenty of American business leaders hate President Roosevelt and admire Adolf Hitler. I know that's true, because Daisy's father is one of them."
"Politics is boring," said Daisy. "Isn't there something interesting in the Sentinel?"
"Yes, there is. Muffie Dixon is to be presented at the British court."
"Good for her," Daisy said sourly, failing to conceal her envy.
Olga read: "'Miss Muriel Dixon, daughter of the late Charles "Chuck" Dixon, who was killed in France during the war, will be presented at Buckingham Palace next Tuesday by the wife of the United States ambassador, Mrs. Robert W. Bingham.'"
Daisy had heard enough about Muffie Dixon. "I've been to Paris, but never London," she said to Eva. "What about you?"
"Neither," said Eva. "The first time I left Germany was when I sailed to America."
Olga suddenly said: "Oh, dear!"
"What's happened?" Daisy said.
Her mother crumpled the paper. "Your father took Gladys Angelus to the White House."
"Oh!" Daisy felt as if she had been slapped. "But he said he would take me!"
President Roosevelt had invited a hundred businessmen to a reception in an attempt to win them over to his New Deal. Lev Peshkov thought Franklin D. Roosevelt was the next thing to a Communist, but he had been flattered to be asked to the White House. However, Olga had refused to accompany him, saying angrily: "I'm not willing to pretend to the president that we have a normal marriage."
Lev officially lived here, in the stylish prewar prairie home built by Grandfather Vyalov, but he spent more nights at the swanky downtown apartment where he kept his mistress of many years, Marga. On top of that everyone assumed he was having an affair with his studio's biggest star, Gladys Angelus. Daisy understood why her mother felt spurned. Daisy, too, felt rejected when Lev drove off to spend his evenings with his other family.
She had been thrilled when he asked her to accompany him to the White House instead of her mother. She had told everyone she was going. None of her friends had met the president except the Dewar boys, whose father was a senator.
Lev had not told her the exact date, and she assumed he would let her know at the last minute, which was his usual style. But he had changed his mind, or perhaps just forgotten. Either way, he had rejected Daisy again.
"I'm sorry, honey," said her mother. "But promises never did mean much to your father."
Eva was looking sympathetic. Her pity stung Daisy. Eva's father was thousands of miles away, and she might never see him again, but she felt sorry for Daisy, as if Daisy's plight were worse.
It made Daisy feel defiant. She would not let this ruin her day. "Well, I'll be the only girl in Buffalo who has been stood up for Gladys Angelus," she said. "Now, what shall I wear?"
Skirts were dramatically short this year in Paris, but the conservative Buffalo set followed fashion at a distance. However, Daisy had a knee-length tennis dress in a shade of baby blue the same as her eyes. Maybe today was the day to bring it out. She slipped off her dress and put on the new one. "What do you think?" she said.
Eva said: "Oh, Daisy, it's beautiful, but . . ."
