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She got up and went to the refrigerator. No, the profile youre writing, Miss Sun City. It was fine. I have to go back though. You sure you dont want some? She pulled the paper takeout bag from the shelf. I ate. You have to go back? Why? She blew you off in person, too? Reba shrugged. Ill get what I want for the story. But right now, what I really want is She grabbed his hand and slid it around her waist. To stop talking. Ive been talktalktalking all day. She knew how to change the subject for good. He got up and pulled her close. Whatever you say, boss. She breathed easy and led him upstairs. This was one thing that was always real, and she prayed Riki felt the whole truth in it. NAZI WEIHNACHTEN PARTY 19 GERNACKERSTRASSE GARMISCH, GERMANY DECEMBER 24, 1944 It had begun to snow.

Thousands of iridescent spindles careened blindly down to earth. Elsie leaned back and let the spongy flakes pile on her face. The chill cleared her mind, and though she shivered, she remained in the alleys silence, watching the world transform into a fairytale masquerade. The dirty streets were powdered white. The dark trees, trimmed neatly in crystal. Parked cars were already being transfigured to mounds of sugar. She loved new snow. It changed everything. The wind swept under her dress, numbed her legs, and shot goose bumps up her back. She hugged her arms to her breast. Josefs ring on her hand was ice cold. She pulled it off and rubbed the metal warm between her palms. It was a beautiful ring from a good man, but she felt little for a moment so big. She turned it round and round, rubies and diamonds, red and white. Why couldnt it simply be another Christmas present? Like the dress and champagne. She began to put it back on her finger when she noticed something, a scratch? No, too precise and even. She turned the ring toward the window light. Worn to near nothing, an inscription: Ani ledodi ve Dodi Li.

Hebrew. A wave of heat flushed through her body, and her chest tightened under a varnish of flashfrozen sweat. She knew the Gestapo confiscated all Jewish valuables, but she never considered what became of them. Like their owners, they simply vanished. The snow picked up. The flakes were no longer light but beaded with icy hearts that pricked the skin. The wind stung her eyes. She blinked away the tears so she could clearly see the ring. It was someone elses wedding band, and she wondered if that unknown finger missed its weight. Elsie steadied herself against a blanketcovered crate under the balcony and breathed the frosty air until her heart slowed its pounding. What are you doing out here? Kremer pushed through the back entrance doors. Elsie slid the ring on. The heat insideI guess Im not very good with champagne. Im fine now. She reached for the doorknob, but he stopped her. Look at youyoure shaking. How long have you been out here? He rubbed her arm with rough fingers. I should go in, said Elsie. You need somebody to warm you up. Before she could pull away, Kremer yanked her into his coat. His breath reeked of red wine and sausage. Major Kremer, please. Elsie tried to free her arms, but her limbs were heavy and cold. You smell like a bakers daughter. He leaned in. Do you taste like a bakers daughter? He kissed her neck. Let go Stop she yelled. Kremer put a hand over her mouth. Hush he commanded. If you make another noise, he growled into her ear, then unbuttoned the holster of his gun.

Officers have been commended for shooting female spies in the act of seduction. Holding her tight with one hand, he quickly pushed her skirt up and slipped his other up her thigh. Disgusting pig How dare you She kicked hard and pulled away. I am not a spy She spit in his face. He slapped her, spinning her around. Such a pretty fräulein and with so much spirit. He thrust her forward against the crate, pinning both her arms overhead. I dont want to hurt you. He fumbled with his belt buckle. You beast Elsie cried. Im going to tell Josef Kremer smiled. Do you think hed still want youafter he finds out that you seduced me? He pushed up her chiffon and undid his trousers. And on such a holy night as this? Please, Elsie panicked. Ive never His thighs were hot and coarse; the friction of his stiff uniform against the beaded gown broke her skin beneath in small puncture wounds. Whose story do you think theyll believe, eh? An immoral concubine or an officer of the Third Reich. God, please she cried. Kremer wrenched her arms tight and anchored his feet. Suddenly, a highpitched scream, a single note, cracked the air like a siren. And to her shock, Kremer let go. She fell to the ground. Delicate crystals dotted his muddy

footprints. The banshees cry continued. Kremer took out his gun and did up his pants. He aimed left and right before homing in on the source. The wooden crate behind them. He yanked off the covering. The Jewish boy sat inside with a blanket dd over his head like a Nativity figurine. Sound emanated from the hooded face. Quiet Kremer ordered and cracked the metal butt of his gun against the wooden slats. The boys note did not waver. Jewish demon He cocked the pistol. Elsie crawled to the banquet doors and met Josefs boots coming out. Elsie He lifted her to her feet. What is going on? Kremer stood with outstretched arm; the polished barrel pointed at the boys head. Elsie buried her face in Josefs stiff shoulder. Günther, put the gun down Josef boomed. The boy hushed. Hes a Jew. Why waste time driving him back to the camp? Kremers finger moved for the trigger. Josef slapped the gun from his hand, and the bullet zipped through the dark snowfall. You do not have authority, roared Josef. It was the first time Elsie had seen him angry. Her body trembled at his ferocity. Josef picked up the gun from the powdered street and emptied the chamber. Bullets dropped soundlessly into the snowbank. He placed the barrel against Kremers forehead. Neither spoke. The wet chiffon grew stiff around Elsies body, a gossamer cocoon of ice. She tasted iron. A finger to her mouth returned crimson. The inside of her lip was split, and she sucked the warm blood to make it stop.

The blanket over the boy fell away, exposing a pale skull and tearstreaked cheeks. His chin quivered and reminded Elsie of the only time shed seen her nephew Julius. After he was born, they visited Hazel in Steinhring. Julius cried for milk from the bassinette. So small and fragile; his tears seemed too large in comparison. The Jewish boy looked the same. Elsie wanted to reach out to hold him and rock them both. Josef. My friend, said Kremer. Josef pressed the metal against his skin. And then she will call all those before her judgment seat, who today, in possession of power, trample justice and law underfoot He pushed the gun harder and spoke steadily, a man entranced. Who have led our people into misery and ruin and amid the misfortune of the fatherland have valued their own ego above the life of the community.

He pulled back. The barrel left a circular indent on Kremers forehead. Josef composed himself. It would do you good to understand our purpose. He handed the empty gun back to Kremer, cleared his throat, and readjusted the cuffs of his uniform jacket so they aligned perfectly. They are serving dessert. He took Elsies arm and opened the door; the strains of festive violin spilled out to the alley. Come, Günther. Kremer obeyed and followed behind.
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