» @wildundfrei ♥’d for a small thing
ONE would think an Oberleutnant would be used to lots of attention, all eyes on him, waiting on his every word, but the truth was, Reiner was a reserved soul at heart, not wishing to intrude his presence where it wasn’t needed and keep to himself. It was now a regular occurrence since he returned home from his injuries, that people watched him walk by or stopped him to either scorn, or thank him for his efforts for the Fatherland
Some even stopped him and would ask about their son, on the off chance that they may have been in the same regiment, but no names that came from them ever rung a bell, having to disappoint a desperate looking mother with a “ Nein, Entschuldigung ” accompanied by a gentle expression. Quite simply, he was tired of being bothered, and sought refuge within a Tailors, for he needed his uniform sewn; the seam around the shoulder piece worn and the thread coming loose.
. ❝ Guten Morgen ❞ acknowledging the man and removing his cap, noting that he wasn’t the only one behind the work bench; a woman in his company, and he nodded his head in her direction to include her in the greeting ❝ Tut mir leid wenn Sie beschäftigt sind, aber ich brauche eine Nahtreparatur ❞
WITH the beginning of the war, it had become difficult to maintain the tailor shop, as well as to lead a simple life. Food rationed and stamps required in exchange. Parts of the city had been destroyed during the bombing from a couple of months back. It was onerous. Many people frustrated. Many depressed, just like her father. Happier days seemed far away. Since her elder brother had been drafted into the Wehrmacht to fight at the western front, Hannelore found it wearing to keep their father in good spirits, yet she continued trying to keep some of the weight off of him.
Hearing the ringing of the doorbell, Hannelore glanced up in an instant, looking at the man as he just removed his cap. Almost had she smiled, beamed with joy and jumped from her seat, but realized quickly how absurd it was. As often as not, she had wished her beloved brother, Ralf, would walk through that door. Now her imagination seemed to have wanted play a trick on her. Hiding her disappointment, she briefly looked to her father, ❝ Ich mache das schon, Papa, ❞ she said with a caring undertone before turning her attention back to their first, and maybe last, costumer for the day, and smiled. ❝ Guten Morgen. Sie sagten, Sie brauchen eine Nahtreperatur? ❞
