slender icicles, were frozen to his cheeks.
âSorry,â she said.
Anger suddenly consumed me. I yanked the German by the arm, pulling him aside. âI could have saved her.â
âNo, you couldnât. They not only fired through the ice, they shot her.â
âYou can revive someone who drowns! Itâs possible. You kept me away.â
âYes, I did. The temperature of the water alone was enough to kill her. It would have killed you too.â
âYou donât know that!â I yelled.
âNow, now,â interrupted the shoe poet. âLetâs not soil the memory of Ingrid with arguing.â Poet gestured to the German. âHe quite possibly saved both you and Emilia. Emilia also scrambled to Ingrid. I saw it. He stopped her too.â
Emilia had also tried to save Ingrid? âEmilia, are you okay?â I called up to her in the cart.
âYes, okay.â She nodded.
âWe could have lost all of you girls,â continued Poet.
âNot her,â said the German of Eva. âHer big feet grew roots. She didnât move to save anyone.â
âFeet with roots, thatâs called a fungal infection,â Poet told the wandering boy.
A soldier approached our group. âPapers!â he demanded.
I pulled the German toward me. âYou owe us,â I whispered.
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Owed her? Why did I owe her? I saved her life.
I tried to distract the soldier while he looked at my papers. âA lot of hysteria back there. Their friend fell through the ice,â I said.
âLucky it was just one,â said the soldier. âYesterday we lost dozens. Damn Russians.â He scanned my papers. He looked up at me, eyes sharp. âDo you still have the parcel?â
âYes.â
âThis is signed by Gauleiter Koch,â said the soldier.
I couldnât read his expression. Was he questioning or was he acknowledging? âYes, Iâm in a hurry,â I told him.
âWait here,â he said. He turned and walked to another soldier. My pulse quickened.
The rest of the group overheard the exchange. âCome along,â said the shoemaker, corralling the others. âLetâs leave the boy to his business.â
The Polish girl stepped away from the group and stood by my side.
It could have been so easy. I could have walked across the ice myself, without the burden of the group. They could have tried to save the blind girl. Maybe they all would have drowned in the process. That would have been so much easier.
And so much harder.
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Bitte.
â
The word was so quiet, I wasnât even sure I had heard it. I looked down at the Polish girl. She wore red lipstick. Her blond hair was released from the captivity of her braids. She pulled her pink hat down over her eyes. â
Bitte,
â she whispered again. âPlease.â
The soldier and a superior were discussing my papers. Had Dr. Lange and Gauleiter Koch made the discovery yet? Did the soldiers have my name on a list of traitors? If so, Iâd soon feel the shadow of a gun on the back of my skull.
The soldier returned, staring at me. âI assume youâre going to Pillau?â he asked.
âYou assume?â I said with an air of authority, needing him to reveal more.
âI am told Gauleiter Koch may be on his way to Pillau.â
âNo, I am not going to Pillau,â I said.
âTo Gotenhafen, then?â he asked.
Gotenhafen was in the other direction. âCorrect. Gotenhafen.â
âYes, Herr Beck. But itâs quite a walk to Gotenhafen. There may be a small boat that can take you.â He suddenly saw the Polish girl at my side and raised an eyebrow.
âYours?â he said with a grin.
âMind yourself. Sheâs with that group. They helped me when I was injured. In turn, they have helped Gauleiter Koch and the Führer.â I snapped my papers out of his hand. âHave you met Gauleiter Koch?â I asked.
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