always rumbling

❝Then she did a poor job.❞

❝Listen, you Saukerl, nein, you Arschloch ( ! ), I am exactly as cultured as I need to be.❞

Instead of letting the sympathy, which instantly squeezed her heart, take over her actions, Rosa Hubermann arched a brow. Sympathy was not practical. It wasn't safe.

❝I may not be one of the important people, but I'm the only one, who can help you with that.❞ A nod in his general direction.

❝This? I have done this a million times.❞           [ a small huff of I N D I G N I T Y ]                     ❝I will live.❞

Liesel copied; not in a sneaky, rude way, but more of a gesture to affirm and solidify the word. Gut. Everything was good, but not really. At least she could do her own washing now.

                      ❝I think you have to teach me how, Mama.❞

There was a sound of disapproval, which ripped itself from her throat, although Rosa was hardly the kind of woman to be embarrassed or even displeased with it. It fit her mood, which was as gray as a rain-filled cloud. ❝I suppose I have to.❞

                                                dear father,                                                           forgive me.                                 ‘cause in your eyes i just never                                                                        added up 

                    in my heart i know i failed you,                               but you left me here

 ❝Very dramatic. But I'm afraid that you are wrong.❞

❝Then what did you mean?               And don't try to lie, you  filthy  Saukerl.❞