Later in the afternoon, after a half-hearted reconciliation, they were taken to the colonel’s office again. When they entered the room, he was sitting at his desk, conferring with Sergeant Davis.
Davis got up and extended his hand saying, “Looks like you were spies after all, just not for the other side. I apologize.”
Lotte took his hand and shook it with a smile. “Your instinct was right.” She didn’t hold a grudge against him; he’d only done his job. And nobody could blame him for the hate he felt for everything German, not even Lotte.
They filled in routine paperwork to process their discharge from the Wehrmacht and receive new civilian IDs with the required stamp of the British authorities.
“Where are you headed now?” Colonel Barber asked.
“My family in Berlin,” Lotte replied, quic
