Inside, Anna cleaned floors.
Polished desks.
Emptied trash cans full of chocolate wrappers and cigarette boxes.
The Americans threw away more food in a day than most Germans saw in a week.
Sometimes the women who worked there quietly slipped bread into their pockets.
Everyone pretended not to notice.
Everyone knew why they did it.
Private Daniel Ross appeared again that afternoon.
He leaned against the hallway wall while Anna carried a bucket past him.
“You work too hard,” he said in slow German.
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