“When are you returning to Kleindorf?” Mutter asked.
“I’m not.” Ursula braced herself for the inevitable argument.
“What do you mean? Your travel permit expires tomorrow.”
“I’m not returning before I have seen Tom.”
“You can’t defy the authorities just because of this man.” Mutter sighed, unpacking the groceries. It had seemed like a lot in her shopping bag, but now, neatly positioned in the pantry, the items looked forlorn.
How anyone was supposed to feed five adults, one growing youth and a toddler with this for an entire week was beyond Ursula. It was only thanks to the huge amounts of food Aunt Lydia had given them upon their departure that they wouldn’t be hungry for another month or so.
But still, Ursula had no intentions of returning to Kleindorf.
“I’ll go and ask for an exte
