“Confess, Adolphus. We know you’re an anti-Semite. We know what horrors you are going to commit.”
“Please, Fräulein. I’m blind. I’m supposed to be in hospital. Who are you? Where have you brought me? I’ve done nothing. I’m just a wounded soldier.”
“Rivkah. Leave him in his cell. I need to speak with you.”
She stood suddenly and spun away from the shoddy bed with the terrified soldier upon it.
“In a minute, Barak. I’m busy.”
“Now, Rivkah. We’ve made a terrible mistake and you’re about to make another.”
“Fräulein, who is that with you? What language are you speaking?”
“Fine.” She scowled at her older brother and stormed toward the open door to the dilapidated prison. Barak slammed the door and then secured the rusty lock.
“Wait,” the young Austrian called through the door. “Don’t leave me.”