Page 193 of Valor

Yarda chuckled.

“Mind your own business.”

CHAPTERTEN

Northern Moravia, 1942

Dr. Weiss was surprisinglystrong and proved to be of great help to them. The mill was running, yet Father still looked at the dentist with disdain.

“How long do you want to stay?” he asked with resentment.

“We are waiting for the contact.”

“I can’t keep you here. You know who my daughter is married to. They come for a visit, here and there, most often unannounced.”

Dr. Weiss looked to the floor.

“Who is your contact?”

“I don’t have a name, just a password.”

“What is that?”

Dr. Weiss looked up. “I swore not to say.”

Father scoffed. “Fine. But if Fritz gets his hands on you, you will sing like a canary, trust me.”

“Please, help me save my family.” Dr. Weiss looked up. His eyes filled with tears.

“How much money do you have?”

“Enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“To buy passage to America.”

“You are crazy.” Father laughed out loud. “And how are you planning to get there? There is nowhere for you to go.”

“We have to hope.”

“Crazy Jew.” Father spat on the floor.

“Others left.”

“Yeah, on a cattle train,” he cackled.

“Father!” Fred cut him off.

The man turned to him, familiar darkness in his eyes.

Fear instantly constricted Fred’s chest. But this angry man was talking about Hedvika and her family. Fred lifted his chin and met the murderous glare head-on. “We can hide them until their contact comes. And pray that they make it.”

“Shut up, you idiot.” He raised his arm, ready to strike, but when Fred didn’t cower, he lowered it again and turned his attention to Dr. Weiss. “Do you have gold?” He looked the dentist in the eyes.

The man nodded.

“How much?”

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