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Heinrich shook his head. "Don't sell yourselves short. You weren't in the square when Stolle shouted out that Prutzma
"So was I, as loud as I could." Susa
Walther came out. He was wearing an apron, to guard against grease. He had a beer in one hand for himself and in the other a glass of liebfraumilch, which he gave to Esther. Heinrich raised his own seidel in salute. "Here's to getting that story out."
"I'm just glad it may have helped," Walther said. "At the time, I wasn't even close to sure I was doing the right thing."
"Who was?" Heinrich answered. "But it worked out-as well as anything could have, anyhow." If he'd had things exactly as he wanted them, everyone would have gathered at his house for supper, the way people had two years before. But he still had to assume the Security Police had planted bugs there, and that they were monitoring them. The blackshirts were down, but they weren't necessarily out.
Esther took his mind off his worries by saying, "Let's eat, shall we?" She went to the base of the stairs and hallooed for the children. A
The table groaned with food. The goose was stuffed with sauerkraut and caraway seeds, and was done to perfection. There was liver dumpling soup, a puree of yellow peas, boiled potatoes with plenty of butter to slather on them, and a medley of green peas, carrots, asparagus, kohlrabi, and cauliflower garnished with more butter and salt and chopped parsley. There was home-baked bread with ci
Pilsner Urquell and liebfraumilch and Glenfiddich flowed freely for the grownups. For the children, as there had been two years earlier, there was wheat beer with raspberry syrup, not a treat they got every day. A
But that finished her off. Her eyes started to sag shut, no matter how she fought to keep them open. When she swayed in her chair, Heinrich went over and picked her up. "I'm not sleepy," she said indignantly, around a yawn that showed off her tonsils.
"I know, sweetheart," he said, "but I'm going to take you up to A
He hadn't even sat down before Francesca said, "Something fu
Alicia looked at Heinrich. When he didn't say anything, she did: "You'reten now, so it's your turn."
"My turn for what?" Francesca asked, curiosity and suspicion warring in her voice.
Alicia looked at Heinrich again. This time, he knew he had to speak. Despite all he'd eaten and drunk, fear made his heart pound. The past two years had taught him more about danger than he ever wanted to know. But if this didn't go forward through time, what was the point to all that danger? None. None at all. He licked his lips. "Well, Francesca, we've got a secret to tell you…"