Richard stepped from the train that had taken them as far as Mindelheim and helped Katrina down onto the platform. “From here on we have to walk. It’s less than ten kilometers to Kleindorf.”
“After walking several hundred kilometers across half of Europe, I’m sure I can manage another ten.” Katrina smiled and once again he thought how lucky he was to have found her. He couldn’t have wished for a better partner.
“What’s your aunt’s last name?” Katrina asked, wringing her hands.
“Why?” He glanced at her, taking in her frail body, the headscarf that covered her short brown hair, and her beautiful brown eyes. It had been her eyes that had first captivated him.
“To address her, of course.” A sliver of irritation flashed across her face. “I can’t well greet her with ‘Aunt Lydia’, now can I?”
