And then, as she knew it would eventually, the weariness and misery overwhelmed her. She stumbled and fell onto the ground. Her knee caught on a loose... stone and added another spasm of agony to the constant pain that wracked her battered body. She fell onto her palms, her arms unable to bear her weight. And this despite having very little weight to support after all these months of starvation."Bitch Jew!" were the words that greeted her from Ilse, the police guard who came to her attention. "Get. "Alright, if you must know, but I'll start from the very beginning" I reluctantly said.Taylor's eyes lit up like a child getting a toy as she clapped, moved closer over to me and bubbled, "Yay! Tell me, tell me!"I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. So, I began:*************Josef thought it would be good for me to hang out with people my own age instead of just him and grandma all summer long, so he asked his good friend Gabin, who is the local baker in town, if one of his children. Jeff, her new husband, was considerably younger than mom, probably no more than 33, and quite handsome, so I didn't really resent having him around. For the first 12 months everything was fine, and the only time voices were raised was late at night when they were in their bedroom. Mom was very vocal when they were making love, and that used to annoy me at times when I was trying to get to sleep, but other times it used to excite me and I'd lie in my bed imagining it was me making love, and play. When they come in, they have their nose in the air. When the spot somebody they know, they scream, hop up and down with their arms outstretched and hug each other. Most of the tables are full. I feel I am justified for my selection.There a table away from me is a man; probably forty; red tie; dark suit; pen on top of his black leather bound notepad. The interviewer is doing most of the talking. He is smiling and moving his arms. He laughs a lot.I sit down; but she is facing away from me. I.