In the London streets that night, Stephen danced with a pretty girl in a swirling blue skirt.
A beautiful girl with brightly painted red nails grabbed Hans and kissed him, then skipped off into the jubilant crowd.
“Who was that girl that just kissed you?” Stephen asked.
“I don’t know who the dame was!” Hans said, imitating Humphrey Bogart’s voice in the movie Casablanca. “But who cares? She kissed me!” He laughed loudly, a boisterous laugh that could only erupt from the freedom of victory. “I really like this end-of-the-war stuff!”
“Yes, we’ll have to do this again,” Stephen said.
“No, no, no, one war is enough for me,” Hans said.
“Oh, it’ll happen again, but who will be the Jews next time?” Stephen asked.
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