“What’s so funny?” the girl in the back seat glared at them angrily. “Look, over there. It’s your friend. She’s walking like a fool on the dirt road in high heels. Do you think we should pick her up?” “And then I am going to have to sit closer to this dirty Jew?” The smell of the leather seats mingled with sex and a hint of cologne, while stale cigar smoke permeated the inside of the vehicle. Aaron tried to take a deep breath, but his lungs felt as if they had frozen. His breath came in short, painful gasps as he felt himself becoming lightheaded. “Well, we could throw him back out onto the road,” the Nazi grinned. Aaron’s heart took flight. Could he be this fortunate? From the window of the moving car, the world seemed to spin by. Dare he trust them? Could he allow himself to believe that he might live, that he might see Petra again? Petra, just the thought of Petra and how she would surely come looking for him stabbed him like a knife in the heart.
