Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay5/15/2023 ![]() He had explained to the girl in the morning that it would be safer if he slept downstairs, for a little while. Her father had murmured that only the men were in danger, not the women, not the children, and that he would hide in the cellar every night. He pronounced strange, unknown words: "camps," "roundup, a big roundup," "early morning arrests," and the girl wondered what all of it meant. ![]() That they would have to be brave and very careful. Her father had whispered that times ahead would be difficult. ![]() They spoke their native tongue, which the girl understood, although she was not as fluent as them. She had crept up to the living room door and she had listened and watched from a little crack through the panel. She remembered the recent, hushed conversations she had overheard, late at night, when her parents thought she was asleep. "Police! Open up! Open up!" What time was it? She peered through the curtains. Her younger brother, asleep in the next bed, stirred. ![]() But then came the voices, strong and brutal in the silence of the night. He'd forgotten his keys, and was impatient because nobody had heard his first, timid knock. ![]() At first, dazed with sleep, she thought it was her father, coming up from his hiding place in the cellar. Her room was closest to the entrance of the apartment. The girl was the first to hear the loud pounding on the door. ![]()
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