She stood shivering in her thin, patched-up coat as the child was brought to her. Her vision blurred with tears, she rushed to him and felt his body, stiff and unyielding like a board, in her arms. “Karol!” she cried. “Klaus,” the boy said. *** The fifth installment of Captain America was a flop. The…Continue Reading “Lebensborn”
It had been a long day, and Hobson was glad that Mr. Weems would be his funeral home’s last client of the evening. The man was thin – approaching gaunt – and well dressed. He wore a bowler hat, which he took off to greet his host, revealing a thinning head of blond hair. Over…Continue Reading “Burying Uncle Gustav”