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"Nearly fourteen."
"You're going to have to be a grown-up now."
"Why didn't I die too?" Rebecca said. "I was right beside them. I should have died. Now I'm all alone."
"You're not alone," Carla said briskly. "We're with you." She turned back to Hannelore. "Who's in charge here?"
"His name is Walter Dobberke."
"I'm going to tell him he must let you go."
"He's left for the day. And his second-in-command is a sergeant with the brains of a warthog. But look, here comes Gisela. She's Dobberke's mistress."
The young woman walking into the room was pretty, with long fair hair and creamy skin. No one looked at her. She wore a defiant expression.
Hannelore said: "She has sex with him on the bed in the electrocardiogram room upstairs. She gets extra food in exchange. No one will speak to her except me. I just don't think we can judge people for the compromises they make. We are living in hell, after all."
Carla was not so sure. She would not befriend a Jewish girl who slept with a Nazi.
Gisela met Hannelore's eye and came over. "He's had new orders," she said, speaking so quietly that Carla had to strain to hear her. Then she hesitated.
Hannelore said: "Well? What are the orders?"
Gisela's voice fell to a whisper. "To shoot everyone here."
Carla felt a cold hand grasp her heart. All these people--including Hannelore and young Rebecca.
"Walter doesn't want to do it," Gisela said. "He's not a bad man, really."
Hannelore spoke with fatalistic calm. "When is he supposed to kill us?"
"Immediately. But he wants to destroy the records first. Hans-Peter and Martin are putting the files into the furnace right now. It's a long job, so we have a few hours left. Maybe the Red Army will get here in time to save us."
"And maybe they won't," Hannelore said crisply. "Is there any way we can persuade him to disobey his orders? For God's sake, the war is almost over!"
"I used to be able to talk him into anything," Gisela said sadly. "But he's getting tired of me now. You know what men are like."
"But he should be thinking of his own future. Any day now the Allies will be in charge here. They will punish Nazi crimes."
Gisela said: "If we're all dead, who's going to accuse him?"
"I will," said Carla.
The other two stared at her, not speaking.
Carla realized that even though she was not Jewish she, too, would be shot, to prevent her bearing witness.
Casting about for ideas, she said: "Perhaps, if Dobberke spared us, it would help him with the Allies."
"That's a thought," said Hannelore. "We could all sign a declaration saying that he saved our lives."
Carla looked inquiringly at Gisela. Her expression was dubious, but she said: "He might do it."
Hannelore looked around. "There's Hilde," she said. "She acts as a secretary for Dobberke." She called the woman over and explained the plan.
"I'll type out release documents for everyone," Hilde said. "We'll ask him to sign them before we give him the declaration."
There were no guards within the basement area, just at the ground-floor door and the tunnel, so the prisoners could move around freely inside. Hilde went into the room that served as Dobberke's underground office. She typed the declaration first. Hannelore and Carla went around the basement explaining the plan and getting everyone to sign. Meanwhile Hilde typed the release documents.
