“Fräulein Klausen, have you met everyone?” The professor waved an arm to encompass the members of their small group.
“No, I’m sorry, I have not.” Anna shook her head.
The professor clucked his tongue and immediately set about introducing her to several high-ranking Nazi officials and their wives, and everyone was nice to her. As the evening wore on, her earlier worries about being underdressed – which she clearly was – faded into the background and she enjoyed mingling among the guests. The luxurious attire and sparkling beauty of the guests in attendance were such a welcome respite from the walking dead she had to deal with on a daily basis.
She bit into a delicious hors d’oeuvre and wondered when she’d last seen such an abundance of food. For some people, rationing didn’t seem to exis
