Jacob walked into the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Otto dressed in his uniform. “Otto, is that you?” Jacob asked, staring at the transformation created by the uniform of hate.
Otto nodded. “Hello, Dr. Levy.”
“Have we done something wrong?” Jacob asked.
“I only have a moment. I’ve come to tell you that you must leave, immediately. They are arresting Jews tonight. You must go, quickly.” Now Otto sounded more like his old self. “Wait for nothing.”
“Thank you, Otto. You were always a good boy,” Nora said, hugging him.
“There is no room for good anymore.” Otto clicked the heels of his black Nazi boots, turned abruptly, and marched out with the wide stride of a young man on his way to trouble, instead of a football game.
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