I think the dogs read my mind somehow. They growled a dark warning from under the table. To avoid being gutted, I gave up my plan of throttling the man and turned back to Charlotte. “It’s true!” she said. “Daddy was an informer for the Stasi!” She giggled at that—don’t ask me why “They all were,” said Eddie, waving it away with a frown. “You have to make accommodations. What else can you do?”
