Evchen screeched, and swept past me and out of the room like a fat, triumphant dwarf. “Ziska’s being mean to me again!” I rolled my eyes. When the voices in the living room grew louder, I could parrot their words, I had heard this routine so often in the past few weeks. “Margot, if you can’t make sure that your daughter leaves my little one alone, then I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave!” “If you could manage to occupy the little one for a couple of hours so that Ziska could work in that room…” “In Evchen and Betti’s room, mind you! I took you in out of sheer generosity, but this is still my apartment, and if Evchen wants to go into her own room, then I wouldn’t think of stopping her!” I stuck my fingers into my ears so I wouldn’t have to hear how Mamu and her sister egged each other on. We had been living under the same roof for exactly twenty-nine days. This was probably just what the Nazis had in mind when they took our apartment. One of the cleverer ones probably had the idea: “Let them move in with their relatives.
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