I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED BUT SCHOOL STARTED AND I HAVE HOMEWORK AND ALL OF THAT! BUT I'M BACK!
ROSA'S POV
There was a series of loud knocks on the door.
"Who would be here at this time in the night?" I wondered aloud. Hans got a worried look on his face and went over to the door.
The door swung open to reveal a young man who looked like he was hanging on to his life from a thread. His bones jutted out of him. It looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
The man asked Hans two questions.
The first being, "Hans Huberman?" Hans nodded.
The second, "Do you still play the accordion?"
"Crucified Christ," whispered Hans. He stepped out of the doorframe and the man stumbled in. Hans caught him before he could hit the ground. "Max," Hans muttered to me as he led the man towards the stairs.
I could feel my face going a bit pale. I remembered what that saukerl had told the wife of his friend who died in the war. I had a feeling this day would come very soon. What with that arschloch Hitler tracking down all the Jews.
Liesel picked this wonderful opportunity to come downstairs. "Mama, Papa, what's happening?" she asked.
"Everything is fine, Liesel," was all I said. The reassurance was overwhelmingly feeble. Both Liesel and I knew that. I didn't know i everything was okay. I could only pray that it was.
We brought Max to the spare bed in Liesel's room and laid him down. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh of relief. His breathing depend and he fell asleep.
Hans and I looked at each other.
"I'll make him some soup," I said, and rushed downstairs. We all had to hide him and protect Max, and one thing was for sure: Nothing bad was going to happen to him as long as he was in this house. Not on my watch.
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