The Gypsy Moon
““Do you have a free moment, Gabby?”
“Of course. Let’s get some cold tea and go outside.”
The two women got some tea from the kitchen and found seats on an iron bench under a spreading chestnut tree. The branches threw a welcome shade over the bench. As soon as they sat down, Betje said, “I suppose you’re surprised to see me here.”
“A little bit, but I’m glad. How have you been, Betje?”
“All right.” The answer was weak, and her usually merry eyes were sober. She took a sip of her tea. “You know what I’ve been doing.”
“About the underground? Yes, I’ve been worried sick about you.”
“Don’t worry about me. It’s the Jews who are in trouble. They’re killing them like flies in concentration camps. It’s a sure death for them to go there.”
“We don’t actually know that. That is, we don’t have proof.”
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