“Sure, why not?” Lennie said.
Hans and Stephen looked at each other. “We’re Jewish,” Stephen said.
“So?” Lennie said. “You’re good football players.”
Hans and Peter laughed.
“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Lennie said.
“Okay,” Hans said. Stephen nodded.
Lennie ran across the field with the other local boys, waving.
“The people here are kind of odd,” Stephen said.
Hans nodded. “I like it.”
Bert, Helga, and Eva trudged in a crowded line, surrounded by the police guarding the Bockenburg Camp. Grundy watched Eva, as she waited in line for whatever food was available.
Eva held out her cup, and a kitchen worker poured in a splash of milk. She waited for more.
The woman pushed her away. “That’s all you get. This isn’t a fancy cafe!”
Helga and Bert followed Eva. They took their splash o
