Caleb scowled into the darkness.“Hate sneaking around,” he complained. “Wish I could just blow the place up.”Then, with nothing else to declare, he set off again and Franz and Jimmy had to scramble to keep up.

They tried to roast hazel nuts in the oven and prepare a Christmas meal out of canned ham, two potatoes, and some suspicious looking bread.

It was just Franz!”“Just Franz?” Franz retorted, catching the last part as the window jerked free of the ice which held it to the window sill. “Since when did I become 'Just Franz'? I'm almost another member of your family!”Japhet leaned on the frame, not caring when cold snow seeped into his sleeves. “That's when you became 'Just Franz',” he said. “Like Ruth is 'Just Ruth'. And you ruined my drawing. I hope you're happy.

Are you murdering more eggs for breakfast?” Japhet raised his head as the sound of boiling water filled the small apartment.“Don't insult my eggs, Buchanan.”“You insulted my roasted chicken, Kappel, so I can insult your eggs all I want.

Caleb tossed him an explosive and Japhet lunged to catch it before it hit the ground. He glared but Caleb didn't notice. Instead, he started to whistle I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier as he made his way down the left side of the tracks, laying bombs at intervals.