"Fritz!" Clara called. Her brother had run off again, and although he was old enough to be responsible, she still found herself looking after him. Jonas stood beside her, the warm, comforting figure that during these times was a Godsend.
"There he is!" Jonas pointed out. "With..."
"Tommy." Clara finished. Tommy Steiner was the perfect junior Nazi, a real archloch*. And yet, he had not noticed the fact that Fritz had deep brown hair and a Jewish Star on his arm. "Go get Fritz." She looked at Jonas, who stared back with a confused look on his face.
"No, you go get him." he snorted.
"You don't understand!" Clara insisted. "If he sees me he'll-"
"Heil Hitler, Jonah. What are you doing with this Jewish Saumensch*?"
"Don't call her that." Jonas was far less imposing than the older boy, and Clara pulled on his sleeve.
"Jonas, please-"
"Shut up you little slut! Nobody told you that you could speak." Tommy scowled at Clara, who shrank back. "But don't worry; you and your little Jewish family will be gone by morning. They're rounding up tonight." he turned to Jonas and Fritz. "If you boys wish to stay alive then I suggest you find better company."
Tommy walked off towards the snow coated rugby field. Jonas wrapped a comforting arm around the two other children.
"Don't worry, that Saukerl* was just saying that to scare us. We wouldn't be having a party tonight otherwise." he assured them, and the trio made their way back to the Mrudi household. Still, Clara noticed that Jonas looked around carefully.
"Let's go open presents."
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1st *: Asshole
2nd *: pig-girl
3rd *: pig-boy/ bastard
