The rain came pelting down and Richard dashed into the house. He took off his muddy boots at the entrance door and then turned around to see Stan and Katrina watching him.
“Um...Stan wants to ask you something.”
“I need your uniform. Now,” Stan demanded.
“Why on earth would you need my uniform?” Richard replied, taken aback at the peculiar request.
“None of your business, Fritz.”
“Stan wants to walk into the Ghetto posing as a German soldier, and escort Agnieska out with him,” Katrina explained hesitantly.
“That’s your plan? Flimsy is an understatement. In fact, it’s beyond ridiculous. Anyone can see you’re not German from a mile away, and your picture on the wanted posters doesn’t help either.”
Stan sneered. “So you have a better plan?”
“I don’t, but as much as you hate me, I can’
