“I’m leaving for Mindelheim,” Ursula said as she slipped on a dark blue cardigan over her short light blue dress. “Will you be alright watching over Evie?”
Aunt Lydia smiled. “I have six children of my own, so I will definitely know what to do with your Evie.”
“Why do I even have to register here? I’m still officially reported as living in Berlin.”
Lydia had already gone to the new American administration in the old town house in Mindelheim to register herself and her children. “They want to know how many people are here. I guess it’s to distribute ration books – if they ever intend to feed us – and quotas for the refugees pouring in from every corner.”
“Shouldn’t I take Evie with me? I mean, I have to register her, too.” Ursula kissed her baby, reluctant to go without her.
“The Amis
