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Trudy, or Trudel, as she was often known, was only a few inches taller than
Mama. She had cloned Rosa Hubermanns unfortunate, waddlesome walking
style, but the rest of her was much milder. Being a live-in housemaid in a
wealthy part of Munich, she was most likely bored of children, but she was
always capable of at least a few smiled words in Liesels direction. She had soft
lips. A quiet voice.

They came home together on the train from Munich, and it didnt take long for
old tensions to rise up.

A SHORT HISTORY OF
HANS HUBERMANN VS. HIS SON

The young man was a Nazi; his father was not. In the opinion of Hans
Junior, his father was part of an old, decrepit Germany one that allowed
everyone else to take it for the proverbial ride while its own people suffered.
As a teenager, he was aware that

his father had been called Der Fuden Maler the Jew painterfor painting
Jewish houses. Then came an incident Ill fully present to you soon

enoughthe day Hans blew it, on the verge of joining the party. Everyone
knew you werent supposed to paint over slurs written on a Jewish shop
front. Such behavior

was bad for Germany, and it was bad for the transgressor.

So have they let you in yet? Hans Junior was picking up where theyd left off at
Christmas.

In what?

Take a guessthe party.

No, I think theyve forgotten about me.