CHAPTER 6
A NAZI IS A NAZI
(November 1938)
Marla Kincaid, twenty, with shoulder-length brown hair twisted up on the sides, and blue eyes that could not hide her fiery passion for life, walked with Sebastian Rounde, a brawny Englishman wearing an overcoat with a fur collar and a hat.
“I’m sorry about your brother, Marla,” Sebastian said, as he patted his friend’s shoulder. “Such a shame.”
“I know. I couldn’t save him,” Marla said.
“No one could.”
“It’s hard, because he’s all I think about.”
The Berlin skies were cloudy and gray. The cold winds of fall had finally arrived.
A young Jewish teacher was now teaching all the Jewish children in the neighborhood in the back room of the Vogner Fastener Factory. Hans’s grandfather, Oma Greta’s husband, had started the factory after he and Om
