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107 Girl in a Flowered Dress For Charlotte Schouten Escher, 1914–2011 All the things I have hidden in my basket, wrapped around loaves of bread, beneath fruits and vegetables. All the things I have carried for the Resistance, never once questioning. This time, I carry a load heavier than any basket of food. This time there is death in my basket, and I must unwrap it, present it to his parents. Pregnant with our baby kicking in my belly, I walk, I walk, speaking the words over and over in my head. I tell them the bomb he was planting on the railway line exploded in his hands. I tell them it was noble, one for us against the Germans, that he’d done the right thing. But how, in the face of their wretchedness, and my fatherless child, can I believe it? ...

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