Chapter 4
Lotte’s breath stuck in her lungs while her head flew around to face the direction of the voice. Two tall and strong boys her age stood a few feet apart, eyeballing the two girls. Both blond, they wore the uniform of the Hitlerjugend, a tan shirt with pockets, black shorts, and a black rolled neckerchief. The official insignia of Hitler’s Youth movement – a swastika logo on an armband with red stripes bracketing a white stripe – adorned their right upper arms.
“None of your business,” Lotte snapped at the older one.
But Hans Keller, the oldest son of the mayor, wasn’t one to give up easily and cast her a lazy smile. “Come on, Schätzchen, we’re neighbors now. Let me in on the fun.”
“I’m not your darling.” Lotte turned her head away. Hans had a way of making her neck hair stand
