Gestapo. Shards of glass. Escape. Tante Anne gave me my children’s heritage
“HI,Tante Anne!” I shouted into the phone. “It’s Lori!”
“Who is this, Lauren?” my great-aunt asked in her thick German accent.
“No, it’s me, Lori!” I yelled louder.
“Oh, Lori! Lori! I’m so glad you called. How are you?”
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