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.

How were they shot down?” Seth scoffed.“They were probably shot down with guns.

The Germans don't want us, or did you not get that when they started dragging people into the streets and killing them? We can't be Jews and Germans, not any more. You have to get that through your thick head, Japhet Buchanan. You're a Jew and only a Jew.

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.

My name's not Jerry,” he grumbled, raising his head.“I know, but it's the only way I can get your attention, kid.”“What did you want?” Japhet muttered.“I said, do you have a girl?”Japhet squinted at him and rubbed his nose.“A girl?” he asked.“Yeah. You do know what a girl is, don't you? Female version of the male? Whole lot prettier. Sweet temperament. Heard they're great for marrying. Thought a handsome, half starved and nearly dead Jew like you would have one of those by now.