1 June 1939, Stuttgart: unwelcome news
That would do. The flowers would make a lovely display on the dining table. There were enough there. She didn’t want to deplete the garden too much. Just a few more leaves now. They needed a touch of greenery and at least she could take as much as she wanted of that. All of the shrubs needed a good cut back anyway.
She heard the squeaky wheels of Herr Janke’s bicycle. It was always such a comforting sound, an indication that the rest of the world was still there and had something to say. He’d started calling here every day at about this time and usually stopped to chat for a few minutes. He always came to their house first as there was often so much correspondence for them. He would leave his bike propped up against their wall and would...
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