Chapter 30
A week later
Katrina stepped from the train that had taken them as far as Mindelheim, about six miles from the village Kleindorf.
“What’s your aunt’s last name?” Katrina asked, wringing her hands. The nearer they got to their destination the more nervous she became.
“Why?” He glanced at her, picking up the small case with their possessions – all of them acquired during their time working for the Americans.
“To address her, of course.” A sliver of irritation snaked up her spine at Richard’s nonchalant attitude. Why didn’t he even consider that a stranger showing up on his aunt’s doorstep might cause a problem? “I can’t well greet her with ‘Aunt Lydia’.”
He stopped and gave her a bewildered look. “I never really thought about that.”
“Of course not, you simply assume everyon
