Why do you look so strange?” Stefan’s voice seemed to come from a long way off. Sonia brought her attention back to him.“Why do you call me Liebling? Surely it’s Greta that you love?”“Greta? That one, she has no time for my love! Perhaps she is right when she says I only care for my country. Greta and I met on holiday, and it was different then. She was not full of the ambition to get away ... she was happy with laughter and sunshine. We did not talk of serious things. Now it is not the same.”“What happened?” Sonia couldn’t see where Michael had gone. The music had started again and Stefan was guiding her through the dreamy movements of a waltz.Stefan looked down at the face turned up to his. “You are too young to understand,” he said gently. “You do not know of revolution and of children being shot down in the streets. My sister was no older than you are and died on the barricades, and she was one of the many. Greta says I must forget, must not speak about it.
