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normal night. And so they whispered.
    â€œHow did your sister die, Annemarie?” Ellen asked suddenly. “I remember when it happened. And I remember the funeral—it was the only time I have ever been in a Lutheran church. But I never knew just what happened.”
    â€œI don’t know
exactly,”
Annemarie confessed. “She and Peter were out somewhere together, and then there was a telephone call, that there had been an accident. Mama and Papa rushed to the hospital—remember, your mother came and stayed with me and Kirsti? Kirsti was already asleep and she slept right through everything, she was so little then. But I stayed up, and I was with your mother in the living room when my parents came home in the middle of the night. And they told me Lise had died.”
    â€œI remember it was raining,” Ellen said sadly. “It was still raining the next morning when Mama told me. Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole
world
was crying.”
    Annemarie finished brushing her long hair and handed her hairbrush to her best friend. Ellen undid her braids, lifted her dark hair away from the thin gold chain she wore around her neck—the chain that held the Star of David—and began to brush her thick curls.
    â€œI think it was partly because of the rain. They said she was hit by a car. I suppose the streets were slippery, and it was getting dark, and maybe the driver just couldn’t see,” Annemarie went on, remembering. “Papa looked so angry. He made one hand into a fist, and he kept pounding it into the other hand. I remember the noise of it: slam, slam, slam.”
    Together they got into the wide bed and pulled up the covers. Annemarie blew out the candle and drew the dark curtains aside so that the open window near the bed let in some air. “See that blue trunk in the corner?” she said, pointing through the darkness. “Lots of Lise’s things are in there. Even her wedding dress. Mama and Papa have never looked at those things, not since the day they packed them away.”
    Ellen sighed. “She would have looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. She had such a pretty smile. I used to pretend that she was
my
sister, too.”
    â€œShe would have liked that,” Annemarie told her. “She loved you.”
    â€œThat’s the worst thing in the world,” Ellen whispered. “To be dead so young. I wouldn’t want the Germans to take my family away—to make us live someplace else. But still, it wouldn’t be as bad as being dead.”
    Annemarie leaned over and hugged her. “They won’t take you away,” she said. “Not your parents, either. Papa promised that they were safe, and he always keeps his promises. And you are quite safe, here with us.”
    For a while they continued to murmur in the dark, but the murmurs were interrupted by yawns. Then Ellen’s voice stopped, she turned over, and in a minute her breathing was quiet and slow.
    Annemarie stared at the window where the sky was outlined and a tree branch moved slightly in the breeze. Everything seemed very familiar, very comforting. Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn’t possibly happen. Annemarie felt completely safe here in her own home, with her parents in the next room and her best friend asleep beside her. She yawned contentedly and closed her eyes.
    It was hours later, but still dark, when she was awakened abruptly by the pounding on the apartment door.
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    Annemarie eased the bedroom door open quietly, only a crack, and peeked out. Behind her, Ellen was sitting up, her eyes wide.
    She could see Mama and Papa in their nightclothes, moving about. Mama held a lighted candle, but as Annemarie watched, she went to a lamp and switched it on. It was so long a time since they had dared to use the strictly rationed electricity after dark