That night, as the boys sat on their bed at the Pellbrooke Mansion, Peter leaned close to Hans and Stephen, so the others couldn’t hear. “The Germans are killing all the Jews in gas chambers and then burning them up in ovens,” he said.
“What? That can’t be true,” Hans said, shaking his head.
“Which part, that Germans would kill Jews, or the ovens?” Peter asked.
“The oven part sounds like Hansel and Gretel,” Stephen said, as he shivered, knowing that it was real.
“Only this isn’t a children’s tale. It’s real. I’ve seen the crematoriums at the Reinigen Camp in Lodansk, Poland. The smoke. The piles of dead bodies waiting to be burned,” Peter said. “Killing us the old-fashioned way was taking too long for Hitler.”
“It can’t be,” Hans said, shaking his head.
“It is,” Peter said, nodding.
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