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Kate’s Point Of View
Enjoying dinner with my family the evening after Klaus was freed to visit his parents and children felt like a cause for celebration. I could imagine his years of torture, confronting the horror of how and why his wife’s life was taken, then going underground to track my husband and others when he discovered the extent of Karin’s deceit.
The hotel had a traditional German guesthouse-style restaurant with light, cheerful music and comfortable corner bench seating. I noticed Alicia had become a secret people watcher, observing others’ behavior, often giggling. I leaned close and whispered.
“You’ll learn how to watch without being seen.”
“Is that how it’s done, Mom?”
“You won’t get away with staring as an adult. Boys will think you are available; some girls might too, but those who don’t are easily offended.”
“Do you watch people?”
“Always. It’s such fun.”
We ate Schweinhaxe, a hunk of impossibly tender, juicy pork meat on the bone wrapped in crispy, crackling skin. Our heaped tray of ultra slow-roasted German pork knuckles came with richly-flavored beer gravy, seasoned boiled cabbage, and creamy garlic mashed potato.