Hands trembled, Lieutenant Kotler yelled across the room. Pavel tried to pour the wine carefully, but his grip slipped. Because the soldier’s face turned bright red with rage, Bruno froze in his seat. The heavy fork clattered loudly against the plate while the terrifying sound of furious footsteps echoed brutally through the tense dining room. Fear was invited.
“Look at what you’ve done!” shouted Kotler in a state of rage. Would anyone step in to stop this cruelty? Bruno squeezed his eyes shut, Gretel gasped in shock and father didn’t dare to make a move. The sudden explosion of violence changed the quiet dinner table.
