He worked in the graveyard at least three times a week and his routine was always the same. First, he stopped at the chosen location, unbuttoned his coat, and took off his newsboy cap, smoothing his hands over his gray hair, once on each side, then four times down the middle. Then he made the sig...
More soldiers shouted in the next street over. Bullhorns caused their voices to overlap and echo along the narrow avenues and stone houses, making their terse instructions hard to understand.“Achtung, citizens!” they barked. “Come out of your houses! It is verboten to remain in your rooms! You mu...
Things were getting too dangerous, and he didn’t need any more trouble. Besides, it wasn’t her fight. She had stood on his leaning porch in her filthy, soot-covered clothes, one hand covered in blood, and said she’d go to one of the widows’ houses and offer to help them with their passel of child...