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He’d been spun into a web he hadn’t recognized until he was wrapped, layer upon layer, within its deadly circle.
The happy tone in Mama’s voice reminded him he needed to try to make her laugh more often. Papa’s favorite saying ran through his head: A man’s true wealth is the good he does in this world. Although Izaak repeated this motto three times a day during prayer, he knew he was on the poorer side of wealth because he hadn’t cheered up anyone in weeks,
Being funny was hard when every day was a new worry and another day without Papa.
A sound he never thought he’d noticed before, but now it was high on the list of all the little things he wanted back.
Why did some part of his brain always hold on to sad thoughts?
Apparently, the Germans had never heard of God’s rules even though Papa said everyone shared the same God.
His heart cracked open enough right then, and he imagined God must be squeezed inside the coat between Mama and him.
To take his mind off the cold, Izaak repeated Papa’s favorite saying over and over in his head: A man’s true wealth is the good he does in this world. Dr. Schermerhorn was doing good things, and Mr. Fritz must count himself wealthy since he helped people get away from the Germans.
The world might be too broken to be made whole again.
Stories were like art.
Once he shed his clothes, he would have nothing left that was his.
The empty stretch between the person he once was and the person he was today felt like a chasm he might never bridge.
Raised to believe every sacrifice has a reward and every failure has a second chance if God were in the equation.
“A man’s true wealth is the good he does in this world”—as
