dammit. I know too much.' He thought again of the hidden, yellowing black-and-white photographs from the east, and of the color prints from North America. 'Wewill go on, in spite of everything.'
His wife yawned. 'Right now, I'm going on to bed.'
'I'm right behind you. Oh-speaking of the office, on the way home today Willi said he admired how content I was here and now.'
'Did he? Good,' Lise said at once. 'If you must wear the mask, wear it well.'
'I suppose so. He also asked if we were busy tonight. I said yes, since we were, but we'll be going over there one evening soon.'
'I'll arrange for my sister to stay with the girls,' Lise said. 'Let's give Alicia a little more time to get over her shock before we take her out. And she'll realize Katarina's one of us, too, and maybe talking with her will help.'
'Sensible. You usually are.'
'Ha!' Lise said darkly. 'I'd better be. So had you.'
'I know.' Heinrich chuckled. 'Besides, with the girls at home we'll be able to play more bridge-we won't have to ride herd on them.'
'That's true.' Lise also laughed. Both of them, by now, were long used to the strangeness of having good friends who, if they learned the truth, might well want to send them to an extermination camp. Heinrichwas looking forward to getting together with Willi and Erika Dorsch for an evening of talk and bridge. Within the limits of his upbringing, Willi was a good fellow.
Heinrich pondered the limits of his own upbringing, which were a good deal narrower than Willi Dorsch's. In one way, telling Alicia of her heritage was transcending those limits. In another, it was forcing them on her as well. In still another…He gave up the regress before he got lost in it. 'Didn't you say something about bed?'
'You're the one who's been standing here talking,' Lise said.
'Let's go.'
When her mother shook her awake, Alicia had to swallow a scream. Evil dreams had filled her night, dreams of being a monster in a world full of ordinary people, dreams of being taken from her parents, dreams of being taken from her parents to a place from which she would surely never return, dreams of… She didn't remember all of them. She hoped she would forget the ones she did remember.
In the instant when her eyes came open, she thought the hand on her shoulder belonged to a man from the Security Police. The scream turned to a gasp of relief as she recognized her mother. 'Oh,' she said. 'It's you.'
'Did you think it would be anyone else?'
'Yes,' Alicia said.
The one flat, stark word wiped the smile from her mother's face. 'Oh, little one,' she said, and hugged Alicia. 'Now get up and go eat your breakfast-and remember, your sisters don't know, and they mustn't know.'
'How am I supposed to hide it?' Alicia asked.
'You have to, that's all,' her mother said, which was no help at all. 'Now get up and wash your face and eat breakfast and brush your teeth. You've got to be ready when the school bus gets to the stop.'
That scream wanted to come out again. Alicia couldn't imagine how she'd get through the day without revealing herself to her teacher and, even more appallingly, to her friends. But she had to try. She'd learned to swim when her father tossed her into a stream and she had to claw her way back to him or drown. So she'd thought at the time, anyhow, though of course he would have saved her if she'd got in trouble.
But if she got in trouble here, no one would save her. No one could save her. She didn't know much about being a Jew, but that seemed all too clear.
She wanted to stay in bed. She wanted to stay in bed forever, in fact. She couldn't, and she knew it. Her mother had already gone down the hall to wake Francesca and Roxane. And there was Francesca, mumbling and grumbling. She hated to get up in the morning. Given half a chance, she would have slept till noon every day.
Alicia got out of bed a moment before her mother reappeared in the doorway and said, 'Get moving,' and then, 'Oh. You are.'
'Yes, Mama.' Being a Jew meant trouble. Alicia could see that. But being late to school meant trouble, too, trouble of a sort she'd known about for years. That trouble she could stay out of. The other…? To Alicia, they both seemed about the same size just then. She was ferociously bright, but she was only ten.
She ducked into the bathroom as her sisters came out of the bedroom they shared. They would camp in the hall waiting for her, so she hurried. When she opened the door again, she pushed past them and back into her room to get dressed. That meant she didn't have to say anything much to them for a little while longer.
Like any ten-year-old girl, she put on the tan blouse and skirt that were the uniform of the Bund deutscher Madel. She remembered how proud she'd been when she turned ten the summer before and could join the League of German Maidens like Anna and her other older friends. Putting on the uniform, with its swastika armband, was a sign she was growing up.
As she pulled up her white socks and tied her stout brown shoes, though, the uniform suddenly seemed a lie, a betrayal.I'm not a German maiden, she thought unhappily.I'm a Jewish maiden. She shivered, though a steam radiator kept her room cozy and warm.
On her bookshelves stood a children's classic from the early days of the Reich, Julius Streicher's Trust No Fox in the Green Meadow and No Jew on His Oath. Like millions of German youngsters across three generations, she'd learned the difference between Aryans and Jews from the slim little volume. The blond, handsome, muscular Aryan could work and fight. The pudgy, swarthy, hook-nosed, flashily dressed Jew was the greatest scoundrel in the Reich. Alicia had believed that with all her heart. It was in a book-in every book. How could it be wrong?
Aryan children with blond or light brown hair jeered as homely, black-haired Jewish children and a Jewish teacher were ousted from their school. A few pages later, an Aryan boy grinned and played a concertina while more ugly Jews with big noses and fleshy lips trudged into exile past a sign that said ONE-WAY STREET. The colorful pictures were so bright and cheerful, they commanded belief. Alicia had the companion volume,The Poison Mushroom, too.
She stared at the caricatures of the Jews. She didn't look like that, nor did her sisters and parents. The Stutzmans and Susanna Weiss didn't, either. Realizing that helped steady her. If Trust No Fox had one lie in it, maybe it had lots of lies in it. With all her heart, she hoped so.
'Alicia!' her mother called. 'Hurry up! It's breakfast!'
'Coming!' she said, and put the book away.
'Slowpoke,' said Roxane, who with Francesca was already digging in to sausages and eggs. She was the teaser in the family, always looking for ways to get under her older sisters' skins and usually finding one.
Francesca asked the question Alicia had been dreading: 'Well, what did you do when you got to stay up late last night?'
Behind Alicia, her mother suddenly stopped bustling about the kitchen. She stood still and quiet, waiting to hear what her oldest daughter would say-and maybe to jump in and help if she had to. 'It wasn't very exciting,' Alicia answered, as casually as she could. 'Just a lot of talk. Grownups.' She rolled her eyes. If she exaggerated, it wouldn't hurt, not here. Francesca already knew what she thought of grownups.
Her sister accepted what she said. Her mother started moving again, as if she'd only just noticed she'd stopped. And Alicia…Alicia was sunk in misery. She couldn't ever remember lying to Francesca before.
The girls got their books and went to the bus stop on the corner. Older girls in tan uniforms like Alicia's, older boys in brown Hitler Youth togs, and younger children dressed every which way waited for the school bus. 'Hello, Alicia,' said Emma Handrick, who lived a few doors away. 'Did you get the math homework?'
'Sure,' Alicia said, surprised Emma needed to ask; she almost always got the homework.
'Can I copy it from you on the way to school?' Emma asked eagerly. 'Please? My mother said she'd clobber me if I got another lousy grade.'
She'd asked before. Alicia had always said no. Her father and mother had taught her only to do her own work. They said anything else was dishonest. She'd gone along with that; it fit the way she thought. But today everything seemed up in the air. If she said no, would the neighbor girl denounce her as a Jew?
Whatever else happened, that couldn't. Not just her safety rode on it. So did her sisters' and her parents'. She nodded and smiled. 'All right.'
Emma's rather doughy face lit up in surprised delight. Francesca and Roxane looked horrified. Roxane had an I'm-going-to-tell expression on her face. Most of the time, that would have worried Alicia. Now she had bigger
