the Reichs genealogical database to show that our families are all of pure Aryan blood. No one looks forus any more, not here at the heart of the Germanic Empire. No one thinks thereâs any reason to look. Weâre safe enough, unless we give ourselves away. Maybe one day, not in our time but when your children or grandchildren have grown up, Alicia, we can be safe living openly as what we are. Maybe. Till then, we go on.â
His soft words about changing databases had begun to reassure Alicia. What he didnât know about computers, nobody did. But when he spoke of living openly as Jews, she only stared at him. She felt like an animal caught in a trap. âIt will never be safe! Never!â she said shrilly. âThe Reich will last a thousand years, and how can there be room in it for Jews?â
âMaybe the Reich will last a thousand years, the way Hitler promised,â her father said. âNo one can know that till it happens, if it does. But, dear, there have been Jews for three thousand years already. Even if the Germanic Empire lives out all the time Hitler said it would, it will still be a baby beside us. Uncle Walther was right: one way or another, we go on. Itâs hard to pretend not to be what we really areââ
âI hate it,â Susanna Weiss broke in. âIâve always hated it, ever since I found out.â
Aliciaâs father nodded. âWe all hate it. But when times are dangerous for Jews, the way they are now, what other choice have we got?â
âThis isnât the first time Jews have had to be what they are only in secret,â Esther Stutzman said. âIn Spain a long time ago, we pretended to be good Catholics. Now we have to pretend to be good Aryans and National Socialists. But underneath, we still are what weâve always been.â
The grownups all sounded so cool, so collected. As far as they were concerned, everything was fine, and everything would stay fine no matter what. That wasnât how it felt to Alicia. âI donât want to be a Jew!â she shouted.
Her fatherâs head whipped toward the windows. Sudden stark fright filled his face, and everyone elseâs. Alicia understood that. She clapped her hands to her mouth. If one of the neighbors heard, the Security Police were only a phone call away.
After a deep breath, her father said, âYou have a way out, Alicia.â
âWhat is it?â She stared at him, tears and questions in her eyes.
âYou can just pretend this night never happened,â he told her. âYou know weâll never betray you, no matter what you decide. If you choose not to tell your husband one day, if heâs not one of us, and if you choose not to tell your children, theyâll never know youâand theyâare Jewish. Theyâll be just like everybody else in the Germanic Empire. But one more piece of something old and precious will have disappeared from the world forever.â
âI donât know what to do,â Alicia said.
To her surprise, her father got up, came over, and kissed her on top of the head. âYou may not realize it, but thatâs the most grownup thing youâve ever said.â
Alicia didnât want to sound like a grownup, any more than she wanted to be a Jew. She didnât seem to have much choice about either. Figuring that out was another grownup thing to do, not that she knew it at the time.
âItâs not so bad, Alicia,â Anna said. âI cried, too, when I found outââ
âSo did I,â Gottlieb added, which made Aliciaâs eyes widen. He was so much older than she that she thought of him as practically a grownup.
Anna went on, âBut itâs special in a way, like being part of a club that wonât take just anybody. And itâs not like what we are is written on our foreheads or anything like that, even though it does feel like it at first. But if we keep the secret, no one