The April weather turned milder. The wind was not so sharp, the air not so heavy. The night had become restless, as the wind rustled the trees and blew through the fields around Coventry. In the farmhouse, Emil, Maude, and Peter listened to the radio.
“Reporting tonight’s news on April 9, 1940, German troops invade Denmark and Norway,” the radio announcer said.
Emil shook his head. “Hitler’s a madman. They shouldn’t prat about. Someone should just kill him.” He turned to stare at Peter. “Why haven’t your people turned against him? Some people don’t have the courage, I guess.”
Peter clenched his fists, but he held them tightly to his sides, his nails digging into his skin. He glared at Emil and Maude. “It’s not about courage. It’s about power. When someone controls everything you do, it can be a prison even if you aren’t confined.”
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