Sarah and Solomon: Only a Stone Should Be Alone by Kagan Roberta

Author:Kagan, Roberta [Kagan, Roberta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical
Amazon: B086HTHX8W
Goodreads: 53497080
Published: 2020-04-19T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 42

As Otto Shultz turned the corner on his way back to work, he was stopped by a man in civilian clothes.

“Excuse me,” the man said. “My name is Ludwig Beck. I must speak with you."

Chapter 43

Ewa led the children all the way to the train station, but when she arrived she could not purchase tickets. Something told her that she must go back and find Gunther or she would never see him again. He must not be left behind in France. He must leave this country with Ewa and the children. They must all return to Poland together. She looked at the children. A sad smile came over her face. Solomon does look fourteen. He looks so grown up, and he acts so grown up. But he is really only a boy, she thought. These children are so sweet, so young, so innocent. They should be in school or out playing tag with their friends. They should not be in fear for their lives. But right now, if things go sour, Sarah and Solomon are in just as much danger as Gunther and I. I think the best thing to do is to leave them at an orphanage. They will be safe there until I can convince Gunther to leave France with the three of us. I dare not take these children back to the café with me. It’s too dangerous. It’s best that I go alone.

“I have to talk to you quickly, Solomon,” Ewa said. “As you can see, things have gone haywire with our plan. But even though Gunther insisted on it, I am not going to leave France without Gunther. However, I am not going to take you and Sarah with me to search for him. It is far too dangerous.”

“Do you want us to wait here at the train station for you?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Just in case . . .”

“In case of what?”

“In case something happens to me. If it does, the two of you will be alone here in France and that would leave you very vulnerable. Now, listen to me. I can read and write French. My mother taught me as she lived in France for several years when she was young. So when we first arrived in Paris I was able to read a sign that said Orphanage. It was on a building that was connected to a Catholic church. Can you or Sarah speak any French?”

“A little. Not much. My mother had a friend who was French before the war. She spoke to us in French.”

“I am going to take you and Sarah to the orphanage, and I am going to beg the priest to take care of you. I am going to tell him that you are Polish Catholic children and that your father died of typhus. I will say that I cannot afford to care for you until I can get a job and come back for you.”

“No! No! We should stay together,” Solomon insisted.

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