Chapter 8
Anna had barely reached her floor when the door next to hers flew open and Frau Weber rushed out, all flailing arms and heaving bosom.
“Anna! I haven’t seen you in ages. Are you back from your assignment to…” Frau Weber said in a voice like honey. So, neither Ursula nor Mutter had succumbed to her persistent attempts to find out where Anna had worked.
“Frau Weber, it’s good to see you too. It looks like not much has changed here.” Certainly not your nosiness. Anna turned to unlock the door to her own apartment, but Frau Weber wasn’t finished with her inquisition yet.
“That was a very nice automobile. Who does it belong to? And who was that man?”
“Good afternoon, Frau Weber.”
“Anna, your mother and sister didn’t say anything about you coming home. Vehicles like that don’t co
