A true German? Not a Mischling? Trudy makes a mental note of Frau Kluge’s use of the Nazi term for half-breed, but she is not about to spurn this peculiar olive branch the woman is offering. She decides to go a step further. Nein, Trudy answers. Ich bin keine Mischling, Frau Kluge. Ich bin Deustche. Frau Kluge scrutinizes Trudy from behind her glasses, which a beam of weak light has transformed into opaque white squares. Then she slowly lowers them and gives Trudy a smile of complicity. So, she says. Sehr gut. I should have known you were pure of blood. From your pretty blond hair.
