Women Of Courage: Daisies Are Forever Part 10

"What did you kiss me for?" She backed up a step.

"Because I wanted to."

The whir of a plane's engines broke the stillness of the night. This one remained high in the sky and faded away. Her shoulders relaxed, then tightened again. "Do you always do whatever you want?"

He tapped her chin with his finger. "You're a beautiful woman. And the only ones I've seen for five long years have been large, old East Prussian farm women. Not very attractive."

"That doesn't give you the right to kiss me whenever you want."

"You're supposed to be my wife."

"But you aren't my husband."

"I apologize."

"As do I. And it won't happen again."

"You are controlling."

"I am not. Don't ever call me that. Ever." She balled her fists and dug her nails into her palms.

"Again, I apologize."

"Are you laughing at me?"

"You intrigue me, Gisela."

"And you infuriate me, Mitch."

"Let me ask you a question. And I'm not making sport of you. You're American and German. Or are you German and American?"

"I thought you weren't making fun of me."

"I'm not. Where do your loyalties lie?"

"Then I'll tell you. Yes, I belonged to the Hitler Youth when I was younger. Does that shock you?"

"So, you are pro-Hitler?"

"I didn't say that."

"I can't figure you out, Miss Cramer."

"That's good."

"These German soldiers are boors. You've spoken about California. I don't think you'll remain in Germany after the war."

She sighed and leaned back against the wall. "For the right man, I might."

He lifted one dark, bushy eyebrow.

Why had she said that?

The low din in the gym roused Gisela from her light slumber. Every muscle in her body ached. She sat slumped over, her head on Mitch's shoulder. She bolted upright, not wanting him to know she had leaned against him in her sleep. A great desire to stroke his stubbly cheek came over her. She combed her fingers through her hair instead.

They had to get out of here. A train would be the fastest way to Berlin, if they still ran. The last one had pulled out of the Heiligenbeil station weeks ago, in January. She needed to get to Mutti.

Mitch still slept, his black hair mussed and in need of a cut. She touched his upper arm and he opened his eyes.

"Guten morgen."

"Good morning to you too." He smiled a rakish grin, his dimples deepening.

"I thought your friend said you weren't very cheery."

His expression dropped and his dimples disappeared.

"I'm sorry. I . . ."

"Don't be. I only wish Xavier could have seen the end of this dreadful war."

She understood.

"Are you going to slap me again?"

"Are you going to kiss me again?"

"Touche."

Kurt yawned and stretched. "What is this talk?"

"We need to find out if we can catch a train. As soon as possible."

He straightened, his piercing gaze boring into her. "You and I will go. We don't know if there will be one today-or if the trains are even running from here anymore. They would have to let a wounded soldier on board."

Annelies's eyes flew open. "Tante Gisela, can't I come with you?" Her fair eyebrows scrunched.

Gisela squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the remembrance of another time she had left someone behind. She had vowed to Heide's and Lotta's memories that she would never desert another person under her care.

She stroked Annelies's hair, her heart breaking for the little girl. "Of course you can. I will never leave you, I promise." She stood and swiped her hands over the rough wool of her skirt. Why would Kurt want to separate her from the girls? And the rest of the group? His frosty eyes gave away nothing.

Though she would prefer to leave Kurt behind, they had to stay together. "Nein. We will all go. If there is no train today, we can come back. Before one of us could return from the bahnhof and retrieve the rest, the train could be gone."

Mitch nodded. "Ja. Good plan."

Hadn't she told him not to speak German? She caught the way Kurt raised one blond eyebrow. They incited too much suspicion.

Bettina grabbed Katya's hand. "Sister, we are going exploring in Barcelona. What an exciting day this shall be-all the wonderful architecture."

Katya struck her forehead with the palm of her hand. "That would be lovely, Sister, but we are in Madrid. You are so addle brained."

Bettina humphed. "You are addle brained. This is Barcelona."

All Gisela needed was for the two of them to argue today. It was bad enough she had to referee Ella's children. "We are neither in Barcelona nor Madrid. This is Danzig."

Bettina shook her head, her words eeking out from between the few teeth she had left. "Danzig? I've never heard of that river."

Kurt shook his head. "It's foolish for all to go. We will have to fight the crowds and might become separated." Gisela squirmed under his heavy gaze.

Renate climbed into her lap and began sucking her thumb. Gisela kissed the girl's golden curls and her heart expanded. "Nein. I refuse to leave either set of sisters."

Mitch jabbed her in the side. "Or your husband."

Heat rose from her neck to her cheeks. "Of course not." She fiddled with securing the straps on the rucksack to cover her discomfiture.

They ate a little of their ever-dwindling rations, packed up their few possessions, and were ready to leave in short order.

Gisela shouldn't have been surprised at the large number of women already up and about, heading out the door. None of them wanted to stay here.

Daylight revealed what had been hidden by shadows in the night. In the center of the schoolyard, a bomb crater yawned wide. Gisela shivered and clutched Annelies's hand a good bit tighter. They needed to get out of this place. Now. Next time the bombardier might be more accurate.

Mitch clutched Gisela's hand in his right, Renate's in his left. Kurt and Audra brought up the rear with Bettina and Katya. He paused a moment to stare at a church steeple. The base was a large ball with consecutively smaller b.a.l.l.s-maybe four or five of them-reaching toward the gray sky.

The city's main thoroughfare was clogged with wagons, most pulled by two horses, some covered with canvas. Here and there he spied box wagons. No matter which direction he turned, person upon person moved forward. Away from the Soviets.

He leaned over to Gisela. "This is worse than London traffic."

"I thought you lived in a small town."

"I've been to London several times."

"Which do you like better?"

He shrugged. "My pop would move to London if he could. Katie is happy in Dorchester. But Mum and I like it where we are. There is open s.p.a.ce and sky. Flying above it is a thrill."

"Is that what you want to do? Be a pilot?"

A woman scurried past them with her three small children. A horse whinnied.

"Yes, it's what I want. Crackers, isn't it, since I'm in the army? But you should come with me once. In an open biplane. Feel the wind on your face."

"You said you couldn't figure me out. Well, I can't figure you out either."

Mitch grinned. "I like it that way."

The crowd pushed them forward. Whether based on rumors or facts, these people were terrified of the Red Army. He, too, had heard the tales of raping and plundering. If true, they had good reason to be afraid.

They became caught in the ceaseless flow of refugees. What they needed was the train station. Gisela was right. The faster they could head west, the better.

Gisela stopped a woman on the street, a white scarf on her head, her black coat b.u.t.toned to her chin.

"Bitte, where is the bahnhof? We are trying to get to Berlin."

The woman-he couldn't tell her age-peered at their group and then at Annelies who clasped Gisela's hand and moved to hide behind her. "I am going there now. Come with me and I will show you the way."

"Danke, danke." Gisela's head bobbed and they followed the woman who set a brisk pace. Fine with him.

"Why do you want to go to Berlin?"

"My mutti lives there. We will get her and continue to safety."

The woman nodded. "What I hear, the Allies are bombing every day there-all day and all night. You do not want to stay."

Mitch intended to go farther than Berlin-however far he had to go in order to meet up with either the British or the Americans. He'd miss Gisela's banter, but he'd not stay in Berlin.

But how far would that be until he met up with his mates? And how would he cross enemy lines? He swallowed hard. Sooner or later, the war would catch up with him.

Their guide pumped her short legs and in short order brought them to a building that resembled a church more than a train station. A square pink-brick tower with multiple spires rose over another building highlighted by a huge arched window.

The woman swept her hand across her body. "Every day I look for my daughter and grandchildren, hoping they will come from Knigsberg. I pray they will be on the next train."

Gisela shook her head and patted the woman's hand. "No more trains are running from Knigsberg. They haven't been for a while."

"I pray and I pray."

The woman had nothing more to hang on to but the hope that she would be reunited with her family. Gisela's insistence that they go to her mum in Berlin was much the same. He understood that need. The need to smell his mum's bread baking in the oven. The need to make his father proud of him. It propelled them forward, through this madness.

They entered the main terminal that was crowded with people, some scurrying to and fro, others milling about. The train tracks sat empty.

What if they didn't get out of here?

Holding to Gisela and Renate and motioning Kurt and Audra to follow, Mitch meandered to a group of about five or six women, all with packs on their backs. "Any trains west today? Perhaps to Berlin?"

Gisela stepped on his foot. He hid his grimace. Yes, he would hear about his transgression later. He almost wanted to laugh.

A young woman, perhaps still a teenager, her hair rolled in two sausages on the top of her head, answered. "Nein, they are being stingy with the information they give. They said they never know when a train will roll in or where it might end up going."

Another adjusted the little blue hat on her head. "They haven't had regular train service in weeks. Sometimes one can get through. Other times the Russian planes will shoot at it and it might be delayed for days. Many days they have no trains, and every once in a while, they have two or three."

Gisela stepped in before he could violate their agreement again. "How long have you been here?"

"Three days." The slightly older girl shook her red hair. "Still no train."

Mitch willed away the panic crushing his chest. What if no more trains ran? The children and the old women would never be able to survive the grueling trip west on foot.

The information they gleaned from other groups they asked was much the same.

Though he wasn't physically traveling in circles as he had in France and again in East Prussia, the result was similar. He never got any farther ahead than when he started.