Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier hoặc 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 một giây train now, and I had sprained my ankle when jumping off the first train. Anton had to carry me to our tiếp theo 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 bạn that bạn are not a burden. And remember, bạn 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 bởi Anton.
"Did bạn 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 bạn 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 bạn say to me last night… after bạn đã đưa ý kiến goodnight?"
"Ich liebe dich?" he asked, smiling again.
"I think so."
"What do bạn think it means?" His eyes were intense as he stared into mine.
"Does it mean goodnight?"
"No. It means I tình yêu you," he replied, eyes still locked on mine. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks.
"I… I tình yêu bạn too," I đã đưa ý kiến 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 hiển thị you," he đã đưa ý kiến as he tilted my head up and gently set his lips on mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier hoặc 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 một giây train now, and I had sprained my ankle when jumping off the first train. Anton had to carry me to our tiếp theo 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 bạn that bạn are not a burden. And remember, bạn 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 bởi Anton.
"Did bạn 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 bạn 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 bạn say to me last night… after bạn đã đưa ý kiến goodnight?"
"Ich liebe dich?" he asked, smiling again.
"I think so."
"What do bạn think it means?" His eyes were intense as he stared into mine.
"Does it mean goodnight?"
"No. It means I tình yêu you," he replied, eyes still locked on mine. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks.
"I… I tình yêu bạn too," I đã đưa ý kiến 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 hiển thị you," he đã đưa ý kiến as he tilted my head up and gently set his lips on mine.
