My relationship with Hans grew as the months went by it was nearing the holidays which would signal two years of us being together. I was not particularly proud of how our relationship began but I loved him and he loved me and that's all that mattered. His wife had not divorced him because she knew that it would be scandalous if a Nazi sergeant divorced his wife because he had a black mistress. Hans had promised that they were married in name only and that he was done with her, I was growing impatient because even though he was with me she still wore his ring and had his name. I wanted to hold the title of his wife but I knew it would be impossible. His wife and I did not have a proper conversation when she was in Paris the first time, when she visited again she invited me for tea. Hans di
