The next day Stan returned to the family farm with a grin on his face, waving ID cards in his hand.
“Where’s Jan?” he asked, scanning the perimeter for the boy.
“Hanging out with Tadzio,” Katrina answered. “The two boys have become best friends during these last few days.”
“So why do you look as if someone died?” Stan asked after a look at the dreary expressions of the three adults.
“Because someone did…Magda Lenska was caught by the Gestapo and just this morning they found her body hanging from a lamppost in town.
Stan swallowed hard and sat down on a chair. “The good soul. How? Why?”
“Mrs. Koszlow betrayed her,” Katrina said through thinned lips.
“That b****y backstabbing b***h!” Stan jumped up, knocking over the chair, and thumped his fist onto the table. “I’ll see that she gets
