Hey, sorry the update took a while. This chapters' song is Lego house by Ed Sheeran-one of my old favourites. Please enjoy the chapter, it was one of my favourites to write!
"Are you going to be alright for work today?" Sandrine whispered, when she'd realised I was awake earlier than usual.
"I should be fine," I murmured in response. "I have been for the last few months, haven't I?"
Of course Sandrine didn't know! I wanted to tell her though. Tell her all about The Flock, what we really stood for, and what we were planning to do for the inmates. But I couldn't. I couldn't even tell her that I'd gotten dinner last night after all when the block leader handed me a square of bread on the way back through Birkenau. I'd taken an oath of secrecy, and the point of that oath entirely was never to tell a soul. Though...if Sandrine only knew, maybe she could make a most valuable recruit. After all she was quiet, discrete, and sneaky; like me. And she knows how to hold her own with 'difficult people'. Yet, why did I want to keep this whole thing all to myself? Oh yes. Because of that one boy I couldn't stop thinking about.
"You're getting too thin Kate, and so am I. Sometimes...I get frightened when those selections come. Because every time we get lucky enough to be sent back to the barrack, all I can think of is that we won't be so lucky next time."
Poor Sandrine. Always whilst she'd been here, it'd been her to act as the eternal optimist; seeing everything and everyone around her in a brighter light than anybody else could cast. Even a little later, after we'd caught Briana with her Nazi boyfriend, she managed to laugh it off and say that if a German could manage to fall for a French Jew, he mustn't have been that German at all. And now to hear her, speaking so fearfully about a selection? It was confirmed to me that war could change just about any kind of person. Even a happy-go-lucky, driven person like Sandrine.
"Don't lose hope Sandrine," I told her with sincerity. "You might know how, but things are going to get better soon. You'll see."
"How? Kate, how can you say things are going to get better again when we don't know what's going to happen?"
"It just will," I insisted, "just hold on, okay? I promise you, things are going to be alright."
If the trial-basis on this smuggling plan was a success then yes; I could promise that everything was going to get better. We'd both get better food, which meant it'd be far easier for us to work too. I didn't know if we could become as healthy as Briana is at the moment, but we could get awfully close. Imagine that! Rivalling Briana in weight and beauty. And we wouldn't have to depend on some doomed love with one of our jailors to do so.
Speak of the devil, all it took was me and Sandrine whispering to rouse her from her 'beauty sleep' and join in the hopeless conversation. For Briana, who slept on my other side, rolled over to face me. Resting her weight onto her elbow as she leaned up to look right down at us.
"What are you two whispering about?" She butted in, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Nothing, really." I answered her, "Why? did we wake you?"
"Oh I'm fine," she let out a quiet, little yawn, before pinning her attention to us. "I can't sleep that much either; and the block leader will probably come out in a moment or two to wake us anyway."
"I don't know how she manages, honestly." Sandrine whispered, "she get's even less sleep than we do, and drags poor Kate along on her errands, and still she always seems more agile than we do."
"Well, as long as she's paying Kate for her help I've no objection." She replied, in such a condescending tone too! "She is paying you, isn't she?"
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