January 1946
January 1946“Pull me next, Lotte,” little Maria begged.
Lotte smiled, nodding at her cousin. She’d been outside in the snow playing with the children for most of the afternoon.
“Someone’s coming. Do you think it’s Aunt Ursula’s secret lover again?” Jörg tugged on her coat sleeve.
“Tom’s not her secret lover,” Lotte chided him.
“What is he then? And why do they always disappear and kiss when they feel unobserved?”
Lotte tried to put on a stern face. “You shouldn’t spy on people. It’s not nice. And you can’t tell anyone, because the Allies don’t like us mingling with their men.” Her sister really had to do a lot better if she wanted to keep her relationship with Tom hidden from prying eyes.
“I’d never tell,” Jörg pushed out his chest. “This is my family and I will protect
