Peter and the other Jewish refugees filed into the great room of the Dovercourt dining hall. The volunteers lined them up like they were preparing for an auction of children.
Peter stood awkwardly behind Stephen and Hans, trying to avoid the onslaught of eager foster parents hunting for a child to take home. Their stares made him feel uncomfortable. It was as if they were examining him for imperfections, and he knew he had many. He was sure they could see them all. It was too much to endure, so he hid.
Peter didn’t really want to leave Dovercourt. Although it was often cold and the food wasn’t very good, he enjoyed watching the boys play football. Dovercourt wasn’t bad. He had Hans and Stephen, and they made him laugh. His plan was to stay at Dovercourt until he could rescue Becca. Then they would find a place together.
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