7 January 1942, Stuttgart: leaving and arriving
“You’re sure you don’t want me to drive you there? Or Karl can go with you on the train?” said Emil.
“No, not at all. I don’t want to get any of you into trouble.”
“Clara, it is no trouble you know that.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “I don’t have much to carry.”
All three of them looked down at the small suitcase and basket she had packed. Emil had given her a thick travelling rug. “For the journey,” he’d said. “It will keep out the cold. You may need it afterwards, Clara. To keep out the cold.” Was she imagining it? Was there something sinister in what he was saying? Why had he said it twice? She knew, though, he wasn&rsqu...
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