RAN: Life Saving Chapter 3III. Matter of Importance
Georg had trouble sleeping that night. His adrenaline high with thoughts of the new family entwined with the rush of giving a sermon in front of a garrison full of soldiers. He felt as though he was under a microscope, a very politically inclined microscope whose lens had been burning into him ever since he had dropped the Kellers off and shuffled back across town to where he resided. Every black car was SS and every felt hat was GeStaPo ready to spring on him. Throat dry, he had been unable to keep it wet, his own paranoia lodged in his throat like the pieces of apple cake that he had tried to eat with out any drink.
The morning after, his hands felt as though they had been carved out of wood. Dressing took several attempts as his buttons never seemed to end up in the correct line like they were supposed to. It was almost enough to infuriate the small seminarian but he refrained from any