Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier یا any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.
I sat in the corner of the boxcar looking down at my now swollen ankle. We were on our سیکنڈ train now, and I had sprained my ankle when jumping off the first train. Anton had to carry me to our اگلے train, which really bothered me. It didn't bother me that he was helping me; I was worried that I was becoming the burden I promised I wouldn't be.
"I'm sorry," I کہا to Anton, who was munching on one of the sandwiches I had packed.
"For what?" he asked between two bites.
"For being such a burden," I replied.
"P.B., let my assure آپ that آپ are not a burden. And remember, آپ are the one who helped me in the first place. This is merely my chance to reciprocate."
"But still, Anton, you've done so much…" I was cut off سے طرف کی Anton.
"Did آپ ever come to the conclusion that I might like taking care of you?"
I was silent. No. I hadn't thought of that.
Anton now looked me square in the eyes. "Let me take care of you, Patty Bergen," he whispered.
I reached over to Anton and gave him a hug. I heard him chuckle. We just sat there for a moment when out of nowhere I realized that I had no idea where we were going.
"Where are we headed?" I inquired.
"Boston. It has a port there, and we can sneak onto one of the ships headed overseas and we can hide in the cargo hold. If we get that far, we will start making our way to Germany."
"What if we're recognized in Boston? There are a lot of people there."
"Yes, I have heard that there is a considerably large population in Boston, and that is precisely what I am relying on. Yes, we could be recognized, but it would also be easy to slip into the crowd. It could go either way. We will just hope that it falls toward the latter."
I nodded my head in agreement. I played the plan over and over in my head until I wanted to take my mind off it.
"Anton?"
"Yes?"
"Will آپ teach me German?"
His face broke out into his perfect smile.
"All right. Let's start with something simple. Say hallo."
"Hallo," I repeated. "That's hello, right?"
"Correct. Now say zug."
"Zug. What does that mean?"
"Train."
I smiled.
"Hey, Anton?"
"Hm?"
"What did آپ say to me last night… after آپ کہا goodnight?"
"Ich liebe dich?" he asked, smiling again.
"I think so."
"What do آپ think it means?" His eyes were intense as he stared into mine.
"Does it mean goodnight?"
"No. It means I love you," he replied, eyes still locked on mine. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks.
"I… I love آپ too," I کہا as my eyes fell to the floor in attempt to hide my blush. Anton gently tucked his fingers under my chin to lift my head.
""Küss' mich," he whispered.
"What does that mean?"
"Let me دکھائیں you," he کہا as he tilted my head up and gently set his lips on mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier یا any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.
I sat in the corner of the boxcar looking down at my now swollen ankle. We were on our سیکنڈ train now, and I had sprained my ankle when jumping off the first train. Anton had to carry me to our اگلے train, which really bothered me. It didn't bother me that he was helping me; I was worried that I was becoming the burden I promised I wouldn't be.
"I'm sorry," I کہا to Anton, who was munching on one of the sandwiches I had packed.
"For what?" he asked between two bites.
"For being such a burden," I replied.
"P.B., let my assure آپ that آپ are not a burden. And remember, آپ are the one who helped me in the first place. This is merely my chance to reciprocate."
"But still, Anton, you've done so much…" I was cut off سے طرف کی Anton.
"Did آپ ever come to the conclusion that I might like taking care of you?"
I was silent. No. I hadn't thought of that.
Anton now looked me square in the eyes. "Let me take care of you, Patty Bergen," he whispered.
I reached over to Anton and gave him a hug. I heard him chuckle. We just sat there for a moment when out of nowhere I realized that I had no idea where we were going.
"Where are we headed?" I inquired.
"Boston. It has a port there, and we can sneak onto one of the ships headed overseas and we can hide in the cargo hold. If we get that far, we will start making our way to Germany."
"What if we're recognized in Boston? There are a lot of people there."
"Yes, I have heard that there is a considerably large population in Boston, and that is precisely what I am relying on. Yes, we could be recognized, but it would also be easy to slip into the crowd. It could go either way. We will just hope that it falls toward the latter."
I nodded my head in agreement. I played the plan over and over in my head until I wanted to take my mind off it.
"Anton?"
"Yes?"
"Will آپ teach me German?"
His face broke out into his perfect smile.
"All right. Let's start with something simple. Say hallo."
"Hallo," I repeated. "That's hello, right?"
"Correct. Now say zug."
"Zug. What does that mean?"
"Train."
I smiled.
"Hey, Anton?"
"Hm?"
"What did آپ say to me last night… after آپ کہا goodnight?"
"Ich liebe dich?" he asked, smiling again.
"I think so."
"What do آپ think it means?" His eyes were intense as he stared into mine.
"Does it mean goodnight?"
"No. It means I love you," he replied, eyes still locked on mine. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks.
"I… I love آپ too," I کہا as my eyes fell to the floor in attempt to hide my blush. Anton gently tucked his fingers under my chin to lift my head.
""Küss' mich," he whispered.
"What does that mean?"
"Let me دکھائیں you," he کہا as he tilted my head up and gently set his lips on mine.
