The action takes place during the Second World War.
Elizabeth is a recent medical school graduate from Boston who hopes to find her dream job, find a man she loves, have children and live a peaceful life. But her dreams are shattered the moment she...
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I folded the clothes Meryl had given me. It consisted of a light, cream-colored, short-sleeved T-shirt and a dark green, wide, flowing, knee-length skirt. Dressed in clean clothes and shoes, I stood in front of the mirror again and began to gently run the brush through my hair.
I swiped until I combed my hair.
Despite the fact that my body was still covered in bruises, burns, mosquito bites and scrapes, my skin was pale and my jawline was sunken and I still had the same purple circles under my eyes and split lips, the rest of my appearance was not as terrible as before. In fact, clean and fresh-smelling hair really improved the image.
When I came to the dining room, which was connected to a small kitchen, I looked at those in it. At a large wooden table sat a stocky but not tall man who was chewing on a pipe, holding a newspaper in one hand and stroking his graying, luxuriant beard with the other. Glasses were poking on his nose.
The mistress of this house was standing next to the stove. She was still frowning as if she had put a lemon in her mouth. Marylu was standing by the window and looking somewhere far into the distance.
"Thank you again," I spoke first in German, although I didn't know who I was supposed to thank. Three pairs of eyes stared at me. The man's gaze was unreadable but peaceful. A smile still graced Meryl's face. But here is her mother, still seemingly hostile. "Thank you for accepting me and letting me take a shower."
"You overslept for three days," said Meryl's mother reproachfully, turning off the stove and finally turning away from her. "I didn't know what to do with you. You fell on my doorstep, but when you mentioned Tobias, I wanted to know why your lips spoke his name." She came to me. Now she was not only frowning, but also menacing. "So you won't get anything to eat until you tell the truth."
"He saved me," I answered bluntly, glancing from time to time at Meryl, then at the bearded man who was still reading the newspaper and smoking a pipe.
"From what? You are not German. It can be seen in your accent," the woman spat out.
"Well, for your information, the German soldiers tried to suppress the Allies with some kind of white powder. I think it was psychotropic substances," I began my speech with a sigh. "I saw it, so Tobias kidnapped me to make sure I didn't tell my family the news. When Hitler ordered him to kill me, he chose to disobey and saved me. Helped me escape. He said that you will accept me in this house if I tell him his name."
The part where Hitler talked about my father and the fact that they once knew each other, I decided to keep silent.
"That kid's crazy, my word," gasped the woman. Now she was looking at me with a worried, slightly desperate look. Like I had just swept her off her feet.
"Who are you?" the man finally spoke. He slowly got up from the table, folded the newspaper perfectly, took the pipe out of his mouth and walked over to me. His gaze was still peaceful, but also wary. "What's your name? And why should our child save an ordinary American woman from her own people? In theory, you are their enemy."
