Hanna helped her mother finish up dinner, not opening her mouth to speak again. He father came home not long after dinner was finished, with a big cheesy smile on his face. She couldn't tell if it was for show or if it was genuine, because her father was a cheery guy, she very rarely saw him without a smile on his face. And while they were all frightened of the possibilities, she could tell that her father was secretly happy to be helping the Jew. In the safety of their own home he was open and honest about his feelings on what Hitler was doing. He would probably house all of them if such a thing were possible. "Good evening, schön," he said to Hanna who was sitting at the table as he walked in, he kissed her softly on the forehead and then moved onto her mother. "Dinner smells delicious." He was clearly lying, they had been eating the same terrible soup for months, and it was anything but delicious. Dinner went by with hardly a word spoken by Hanna or her mother, Josef spoke the whole time, about his day and about work. Nobody mentioned the elephant in the room. When they were all finished and Hanna went to put away the dishes she was stopped by her fathers hand on her wrist. "I'll help your mother clean up tonight," she raised an eyebrow at him, he never helped with the dinner process, her mother wouldn't hear of it. She turned to her, waiting for an objection, but instead she motioned her over to the the pan. She took a rather large bowl and filled it with soup which she then handed to Hanna, "take this to the boy, if he's not awake yet just put it by his bed side. Either way you are free to keep to yourself for the night, one of us will come check on him later" she said in a flat voice, but one which didn't leave any room for questioning. Hanna nodded and headed to her room, slowly so as not to spill any soup, and also because a part of her was nervous for some reason. She opened the door and slipped inside, almost dropping the bowl on the ground when she saw that Johan was up. Silently she walked over and put the bowl beside him, stepping away and looking down at her hands. "I'm sure you're hungry, my mother wanted me to bring you that, it tastes god awful but it's food," she said, pulling a strand of curly blonde hair behind her ear and then taking a seat on her own bed. "How are you feeling?" she asked, peeking up through a curtain of hair. She hadn't spoken to a boy alone for quite sometime, never in her room, and definitely not with one so much older then her. 'And handsome' she thought, but then blushed deep red. She shouldn't have these thoughts, especially about a Jew, she would be arrested in a moment if anyone new.
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Abbot took a step back when the door was opened to reveal the face of a beautiful German girl, but that thought was fleeting because a second later he stumbled forward, falling to his knees inside the house. His body was weak, he hadn't eaten for nearly a week and he had been walking none stop, trying to get there. And it wasn't as if he was well-fed before, everything had finally caught up with him. After a moment he stood up, the rooming starting to get blurry around him. He heard the door shut and looked up to see the girl standing there with her parents. Their faces looked grim, the man especially was very intimidating and he felt rather scared of him. "I'm so sorry, mein herr," he said, looking specifically at the very large German man. He was so grateful to this family for taking him in, and felt bad about the first impression he had made. He put a hand to the wall, rubbing a way beads of sweat from his forehead. "I'm sure you've noticed I've come alone, unfortunately my parents couldn't make it here, but we had gotten together as much money as we could. I know it's not a lot, but I hope it helps with my keep some what," he said in a shaky voice, offering up the meager amount of money and focusing most of his attention on not passing out. He could at least make it to a bed first, or where ever it was that he would be sleeping. He was expecting a basement or any attic, but was so grateful for anything he could get. They didn't owe him anything, they were doing all this out of the kindness of their hearts. He just hoped he was right and this wasn't a plan to get him into the custody of the German soldiers. But he had no space in his mind for that possibility. His father had apparently fought in the last war with this man, he was doing it to help a friend, and he had to believe that was all there was to it. He just hoped he'd still being willing to help now that his friend would no longer be staying with them.
[Not at all! It was great!
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