Willa bursts into tears, says, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t understand what is happening.” My father pats her back. “I am not trying to cause a problem here. But yes, Treblinka, the extermination camp. Rocky, you know this.” “Dad, no. I don’t.” “How do you not know this?” I’m crying a little bit too now. “I mean, I really have no idea. I guess I don’t know because nobody ever told me. Although I definitely asked. I asked more than once. Did you”—it’s not going to be the right word, but I can’t think of a better one—“lie to me?” “Lie? No. I don’t think it was a lie. Not exactly. And besides, you
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