And he congratulated himself that he never discussed work related issues at the dining table no matter how pressing they were. Meanwhile Grant was squinting at the letter, running his eyes over the feeble, spidery hand in which it was written. He smiled and said,
“I’m sorry. The soldier had taken her by the shoulder and was leading her rapidly back down the gloomy corridor. Perhaps one of the officers from a nearby room had received a gift from a sweetheart of from his family. The young man glanced at the barely eaten breakfast, saluted and said,
“Major, I’m sorry to disturb you but the transport is due to arrive in twenty minutes.”
Josef struggled to contain his annoyance,
“Yes, thank you Zimmermann.”
As the young officer saluted and left, Josef looked apologetically at Sophie but now her smile was gone, replaced by an odd expression and she was holding her breath.
