Guszti’s mother wiped her eyes and told us to sit down and eat. I noticed that Guszti’s mother still cut up the food for these big kids. Couldn’t they do it for themselves? Was she going to feed them, too? God Almighty! I wasn’t very hungry and forced myself to chew on a piece of bread and plum jam. I was happy about all the extra provisions, but sorry Guszti came with them.
“If the Russians plan to attack the city, they will attack at dawn.” Guszti announced.
There he goes again, I thought. Guszti’s know-it-all antics started to grate on my nerves, but I kept my mouth shut. My aunt said, “How do you know that? I don’t think it’s something they’re going to pin on our noses, you can bet on that.”
“They usually attack at dawn,” Guszti said.
I ignored him. I thought we should start to mak
