“Get up or I’ll shoot you now just to get it over with,” he threatened. “Get up, Jew-lover!” said a second officer, his dark leather boots glinting in the fading evening light. Her two children clutched her skirt, watching their father with wide, tear-filled eyes. Herr Haase, wearing no jacket or shoes against the February cold, slipped on a patch of ice and fell.įrau Haase stood in the open doorway of her house. “Jew-lover!” spat the tall, blond Gestapo officer, pushing Herr Haase toward the car. Her praise and honest with her criticism. Thanks also to my agent, Edy Selman, who is lavish with Special thanks go to the people at Milkweed Editionsįor all they’ve done, and to Leopold and Maria Sans Thanks go to the many people who gave their time, advice,Īnd knowledge in the shaping of this book. And to children everywhere, who know how hard
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