She stood by the fence each night. Sometimes she would cry. Sometimes she would stare up at the barbed wire as if it were thousands of feet above her. Sometimes she would talk to the stars.
He stood by the window each night, watching her. Sometimes he would think about meeting her in peaceful Germany, sunny Germany. The selection line would be the vegetable line at the market. She would be laughing with her sister, who did not have to hide her pregnancy. But that was only sometimes.
Mostly he would talk to his father, who was in the stars.