We Are Wolves chapter sampler

Chapter Three

The cold autumn wind whips my cheeks and freezes my fingers. I’ve lost one of my red mittens. My right hand is warm and snuggly, but my left hand is miserable. I think it’s turning blue. School will be cold too, because there is no coal for the fires. There’s wood, but not enough, and my teacher, Fräulein Hofmann, won’t light the fire until winter arrives. I look down at my strange new boots – one brown, one black. At least my feet are warm, thanks to Opa. Otto runs circles around me, arms stretched wide. He’s pretending to be a plane and is dropping imaginary bombs along the street. ‘Boom! Boom! Boom!’ Just as we round the corner and arrive at school, I begin to sneeze. I sneeze over and over again. Fräulein Hofmann is standing at the front steps and asks if I am ill. ‘I’m fine, thank you,’ I say. ‘It’s the dust and ash from Königsberg. There’s so much of it in the air when the wind comes from the west.’

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