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"I'm just being a lackey, acting as a Pharisee… or whatever one may call it," he

whispered slowly to Trudie, who patiently waited to hear what the letter said.
Afterwards she snuffled loudly, the dry cough forced her scrawny body to quiver.

With tears and snot twisting her face, she informed him that HE, Uno, had chosen

the job.
Uno knew that, but it didn’t help. He tried to explain the situation from his point

of view. Trudie never embarked on politics or showed any interest in what was

happening around her. In their younger days they’ve both been healthy and
interested in art and culture. Both having long discussions about it. But she

gradually withdrew more and more from that. A childless marriage will do that.
The doctor who came once a week determined that Trudie suffered from a

chronic pneumonia as well as a small depression. The multiple bombings that

showered the city didn’t make her any more secure.
She got up, holding her hand over the table.

"Sorry, daddy. That was stupid of me. I shouldn’t have said that "

She touched him lightly with her thin fingers. He did not care for her touch. Many
years had passed since he enjoyed them.

Chapter 15

"I'll be back as soon as possible from the meeting. In a few hours hopefully.

Once again Uno corrected the tie knot and examined himself in the mirror. A

large pimple was showing on the right side of his forehead. He knew it made him
look younger, less professional. He knew he couldn’t turn looking like that. Not at

a meeting with Gestapo. Uno considered putting a patch on it. He pressed the zit

one last time. Yellow and white matter was leaking out. He gave up.

He stared at his own little round head, once so kindly looking. It was beginning to

plunge and he didn’t like it.
Eagerly, Trudie brushed the last invisible lint of his worn habit jacket, which he

had bought more than a decade ago.
"Give me some wadding."