“They had already asked me to tell them the names of everyone in the underground church.” “Did you?” “No.” “So they let you go?” “He said, ‘Please, Madame Doktor, they’ll kill you and your kids if you don’t tell them.’” “And then they let you go?” She nodded. “Did he say anything else?” “That I had one week to think about it.” “And then you just walked out the door? Nobody saw you?” “They saw me.” “You just walked home.” “I ran to the market.” “To get the car?” “And groceries. We needed dinner.”
