CHAPTER 61
Emilie and Jacques sat down for dinner shortly before seven p.m. She had prepared coq au vin, with bread, salad, and chardonnay. She was surprised Jacques was home. He had missed dinner the last few days.
“I hadn’t expected to talk to Germans so soon,” she said, relating her experience at the café. “His French wasn’t bad, either. At least he made an effort.”
“Was he rude?” Jacques asked.
“No, not at all,” she replied. “He was stern but polite.”
“The Germans can be ruthless. Don’t think that this officer is typical. He is not.”
She eyed him anxiously. “I feel like you know something that I don’t. Can you share it with me?”
He shrugged. “I only know rumors from occupied countries. It won’t be easy. And it’ll get worse every day.”
“Why can’t you tell me more?” she asked, ho
