We Are Wolves chapter sampler

Opa shrugs his bony old shoulders and confesses, ‘I turned Herr Hitler’s portrait to the wall.’ ‘But why?’ I ask. ‘Because–’ Opa begins. Mama and Oma glare at him. ‘Because …’ Opa scratches the back of his neck. ‘Because you children have the worst table manners in all of East Prussia!’ Otto screws up his nose. ‘Otto,’ cries Opa, ‘you chew with your mouth open so wide, I can see the food all the way down into your stomach. It is a dreadful sight! I do not want our dear, beloved leader, Herr Hitler, to see that. It is bad enough that your mama and your oma have to watch it!’ ‘It’s true,’ says Oma. ‘Your papa was the same when he was a little boy.’ Otto blushes but the corner of his mouth twitches. ‘And Mia,’ sighs Opa. ‘Oh my! I have never seen a baby rub so much porridge and mashed potato into her hair! Herr Hitler should not have to watch a beautiful little girl turn herself into something that looks like a pile of pig slops!’ Mia looks up at the mention of her name. ‘Mia!’ ‘And Liesl,’ Opa growls, rolling his eyes and slapping his forehead. ‘When you cut up your food, your elbows stick out and flap so much that you look like a chicken. I am fearful that you will take flight. An eleven-year-old girl behaving like a

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