Werner von Ebrennak

I changed into my usual Wehrmacht uniform in the room that was allocated for me. The room was cozy and spacious, one day I found Jeanne sleeping here and realized that my presence had destroyed the harmony that reigned in this house. I was going down the spiral staircase. If I'm not mistaken, Monsieur André had gone to celebrate Christmas with one of his children, but Jeanne stayed. I heard a rustling sound coming from the living room and decided to peek in. Jeanne was sitting on a chair with a framed photograph of a young couple. Perhaps her parents? I tapped my finger on the door to announce my presence and it flinched, making my stomach clench. I better leave here. I've been here for three months already. I said carefully: "Good morning, I hope you slept well. I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving for the Eastern Front this evening." She didn't turn around, but I didn't want to leave, so I went into the room and started looking at the books, but my gaze kept returning to her. "Interesting collection."