Several hours later Sabine was mending clothes, listening to the radio. Zarah Leander was singing Davon geht die Welt nicht unter, “This Isn’t the End of the World”. She jumped when Werner appeared in front of her and said, “We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“About my wife working for the Gestapo.” His face still showed disapproval over her actions.
“I’m not working for them, not anymore.” She put her mending work aside and observed how he positioned himself a few steps away from her, feet hip-wide apart and arms crossed in front of his chest. She sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let her off the hook until she’d told him everything. “They torched our house and assigned me to live here with Frau Klausen and her daughter.”
If this revelation shocked him, he didn’t let it show. “Continue.”
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