|5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x (d)
|12 - 18 Years
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FEBRUARY 18, 1943
The cars screech to a halt, officers pull us out by the arms, haul us inside and off to separate rooms, my heartbeat pounding all the while,boom-boom,boom-boom.
They swing the door shut, unlock my handcuffs, order me to sit, rush about with coats, hats, cases, papers as I try not to give in to the overwhelming, sickening knowledge spreading through me: the two of us are trapped in this net because of me.Boom-boom,boom-boom.
I take a deep breath and prepare to fight for our lives.
I carefully blend a cupful of lies into the bucket of truth spread out in front of me as Herr Mohr shoots question after question, trying to catch me off-guard.
Fräulein Scholl, why were you carrying an empty suitcase with you to the university?
So I could pick up clean laundryfrom home.
And why were you at the university if you were planning to head to Ulm?
So I could let my friend Gisela knowI couldn’t meet her for lunch after all.
Why were you and your brother in the corridor upstairs?
So I could show him the Psychological Institutewhere I take classes.
His eyes narrow, his voice icy, Herr Mohr is good at this, but he doesn’t know that I’m good, too.Boom-boom,boom-boom.
My voice sounds so calm telling these lies, I barely recognize the words as my own.