The other little girl was eight, and her name was Maria Rigord. Private Schumacher had three younger sisters back home in Flensburg, near the Danish border, and he missed them greatly. Indeed, he missed his entire family, though his father was also in the army stationed somewhere near Belgium when he’d last heard. Private Schumacher knew how to deal with young children, especially girls. The lieutenant had apparently gone over his records to determine that.
“Vhat mean you monsters attacked?” he asked in his best English. “Vhat kind monsters? Zhey look how?”
“Big,” said Carmella. The other girl nodded with serious eyes. “Scary. One had white fur all over it. One had three eyes right here.” She pointed to her chest and touched three places.
“Zhree eyes?” Private Schumacher pointed to his
