Lorenz could not believe he was home and welcomed. This was contrary to the world he knew existed. Since he had not yet stepped into the house, freedom was still his. He knew once inside there would be no escape. Even if he escaped, his mother and her voice would imprison him forever. MacDonald's command made him blink his eyes and he shook his head, “Ah ain't dirty.”
Martin guffawed. “Lorenz, Tante Anna ain't going to let y'all to the table unless y'all wash up.”
Lorenz felt the blood rise in his face. Everyone was grinning at him now. It was no longer him against the big man. It was him against all of them and there was nowhere to run. His mother appeared at the door, smiling at them all.
“Dinner is ready. Von't du come in?”
“As soon as Lorenz washes his hands and face,” the words ru
