Berlin, December 1945
Berlin, December 1945Two months had passed since her first visit to the American administration, and many more had followed. Terry had not given up flirting with her. While she needed his goodwill to wade through the meters of red tape required to get her permanent papers, she always politely declined his advances.
“Why don’t you go out with him?” Renate, one of her coworkers, asked after Lotte returned from yet another visit to the administration office.
Lotte glared at her, taking up her spot in the line of women hammering mortar from bricks that had been collected from a destroyed building. “Because I’m in love with Johann.”
“Nobody says you have to jump into bed with the GI, but he seems nice enough and a harmless date won’t hurt anyone.”
“Well, if he’s so ni
