Eddie peered through the barbed wire twisted around the train’s small window. He pointed at the moon. “Look, Mutti. Look at the Nazis’ moon.”
“No, Eddie. No one has power over the moon,” Anna said.
“Then that’s where I want to live,” Eddie said.
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