And now we have that going for us. We both looked at each other with absolute despair,and got up with our suitcase to find a place we can lodge for the night. I hoped maybe one of our friends from the old days would help us in our dire situation. But here's the problem:we never really talk to people from the old days. The others just happened to live in Austin,and now here we are in San Francisco. Evil people with kill counts and just people from the WW2 period in general had a thing for the capital of Texas. Maybe we could hit up,like,Charles De Gaulle,if he even lived here.
Then we bumped into a guy,and he apologized. "I'm so sorry! I was listening to Mitski,I should have been paying attention." She said,and straightened out her jacket.
And then something must've clicked in his head,and he said; "Are you two Anne Frank and Adolf Hitler?" Me and Anne looked at each other as if processing what to say.
Do we lie,do we tell the truth,or get up and keep walking? We chose to tell the truth. Well,I did anyways. "Yes. This is Anne and I am Adolf." I said,and Anne was behind me,probably mentally calling me a snitch.
"Really? My mother is Ranavalona. I'm Radama ii. She told me all about you guys over the phone while you were in St. Paul." He said excitedly,and shook our hands. "So you're Rana's son,huh?" Anne said,looking him up and down. He nodded. "I can bring you two back to my house if you like." He said,and I was stunned. "Y-you just met us! That is so kind of you,I have no clue what to say." I said,but Anne knew what to say.
"Thanks!"
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Aftermath (A & H book 5)
General FictionAfter the wedding,Anne and Adolf's lives have hit rock bottom. Jobs? Kiss those goodbye! A living spot? Evicted! The only thing they have now is each other,and their clothing. Oh and their laptop. But the thing with hitting rock bottom is,you can o...
