Chapter Seven
“What were you thinking?” my father yelled in my face, spraying my cheeks with spittle. “You can’t just yell at a League of German Girls leader! And then walk outside like it’s no big deal!” I sighed, sinking deeper into the lumpy cushions of our couch.
Herr Muller had received a call from Frau Muller, and had rushed home to yell at me. Of course, I hadn’t told him about Gretchen and what I had done with the League. I would eventually tell him about Gretchen, but I wouldn’t tell him about the Girls.
“Yeah, about that…” I paused, dubious about telling him what I had done about Gretchen. “Our leader… won’t be coming back.” My father’s jaw dropped. “What do you mean?” he asked, his face turning a cherry red. I got the hint that he already knew.
“Well… something happened…”
“What happened?” Herr Muller’s voice rose a level with the words.
“I, uh, miiiiight have pushed her down the steps, and, uh, she… didn’t make it…”
“WHAT?!”
The house might have exploded when Herr Muller’s face turned scarlet, his hair stood up, and everywhere neck-down turned a bleach-y white. “What did you say?” he whispered, and not waiting for a response, “How could you put us in so much danger? Don’t you realize what will happen when the Fuhrer finds out what happened?” His face paled a light pearl as he spoke, and he wobbled on his feet. “Klaus!” Frau Muller cried, rushing over to Herr Muller, holding out her hands to catch him as his eyes rolled back and his body went slack.
Frau Muller caught him, and just in time. Herr Muller fell to the floor, despite his wife’s efforts, and Frau Muller hurried to his side, feeling for a pulse. “He’s just unconscious,” she breathed a sigh of relief at her words, before sinking to the floor herself. She turned to me. “He’s right,” she whispered, so softly that I could hardly hear her. “If he finds out, we are all dead.”