Page 1 of The Little Liar
Part I
1943
“It’s a lie.”
The large man’s voice was deep and hoarse.
“What’s a lie?” someone whispered.
“Where we’re going.”
“They’re taking us north.”
“They’re taking us to die.”
“Not true!”
“It is true,” the large man said. “They’ll kill us once we get there.”
“No! We’re being resettled! To new homes! You heard the boy on the platform!”
“To new homes!” another voice added.
“There are no new homes,” the large man said.
A shriek of train wheels silenced the conversation. The large man studied the metal grate that covered the only window in this lightless wagon, which was intended to carry cows, not humans. There were no seats. No food or water. Nearly a hundred others were crammed inside, a solid block of human beings. Old men in suits. Children in their sleeping clothes. Ayoung mother cupping an infant to her chest. Only one person was sitting, a teenaged girl with her dress hiked up over a tin bucket the passengers were given to relieve themselves. She hid her face in her hands.
The large man had seen enough. He wiped sweat from his forehead then pushed through the bodies toward the window.
“Hey!”
“Watch it!”
“Where are you going!”
He reached the grate and jammed his thick fingers through the holes. He grunted loudly. With his face contorting, he began to pull.
Everyone in the cattle car went silent.What is he doing? What if the guards come?In the corner, a lanky boy named Sebastian stood against the wall, watching all this unfold. Next to him was most of his family, his mother, his father, his grandparents, his two younger sisters. But when he saw the man pulling at the window grate, his focus turned to a thin dark-haired girl a few feet away.
Her name was Fannie. Before all the trouble began, before the tanks and the soldiers and the barking dogs and the midnight door-pounding and the rounding up of all the Jewish people in his home city of Salonika, Sebastian believed that he loved this girl, if there is such a thing as love when you are fourteen years old.
He had never shared this feeling, not with her or anyone else. But now, for some reason, he felt swollen with it, and he focused on her as the large man wiggled the grate until it loosened from the wall. With a last mighty pull, he ripped it freeand let it drop. Air rushed through the open rectangle, and a springtime sky was visible for all to see.
The large man wasted no time. He pulled himself up, but the opening was too small. His thick midsection could not fit through.
He dropped down, cursing. A murmur went through the train car.
“Someone smaller,” a voice said.
Parents clutched their children. For a moment, nobody moved. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, then grabbed Fannie by the shoulders and pushed her forward.
“She can fit.”
“Sebastian, no!” Fannie yelled.
“Where are her parents?” someone asked.
“Dead,” someone answered.
