Liesel Kraus grasped her mother’s hand as they stood among the throng of people standing in the mile-long line. A man in a forest green uniform was interspersedly yelling the words “links” and “rechts.”...
I tucked in my undershirt, buttoned my raggedy flannel, and zipped up my brown coat, which was starting to lighten up from the rounds of bleach my mom used to get rid of the ketchup stains. Sauntering...
