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A Trace of Smoke Excerpt 18

A tiny scrap of red silk stuck out from under the flap of the box, and I stroked it with my fingers.  One of Ernst’s handkerchiefs.  I’d taught him to sew.  We’d hemmed many handkerchiefs together, always red and always, when he could afford it, silk.

 

A cold wind brushed my face, and I turned up the collar of my coat.  I tucked the corner of red silk out of sight.  “Do you know the Nazi boy’s name or address?” I asked Rudolf.

 

“Certainly not.”  Rudolf sniffed again.

 

I wondered if he’d been sniffi

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A Trace of Smoke Excerpt 17

“When did you last see Ernst?”  I tried to remember the date under the photograph.  The body was found Saturday.

“Friday night.”  Rudolf sniffed.  “Not that it concerns you.  Or me since he abandoned me for that youth.”

“You let him leave the bar with a stranger?”  I felt like a hopeless old maid as soon as the words left my mouth.

Rudolf laughed, a sound like a horse’s whinny.  He walked down the street.  “Your brother does what he wants.”

“What is in the box?”  I  followed him.  I cast a glance ov