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cannot know when evil will appear. That was the inside of the story, waiting to open like a dark flower. She could only see its shadow from the corner of her eye, a large black moth. She spied it only for an instant, but it was long enough for Anne to tug on her sister’s hand and say Hurry, and then they ran so fast it was almost as if they were flying. The family lived at number 37 Merwedeplein, and the sisters often raced up the stoop two steps at a time to see who could get to the door first and run inside. But this time they paused at the threshold. They could hear raised voices inside. Their apartment had a sign that asked visitors to ring three times (3 X BELLEN), but the girls often barked three times instead, reading the word bellen for its German meaning, bark. Now, however, Margot gripped Anne’s arm to keep her from entering. “Let’s give them a minute,” Margot whispered. Their parents had had more to disagree about since coming to the Netherlands, and Margot’s eyes shone with empathy. She wanted to believe all would be well. “Husbands and wives argue. It doesn’t mean anything’s wrong,” Margot told Anne when she saw the worried look on her sister’s face. This time their parents were quarreling about Anne, whose teachers had complained about her. Starry-eyed. Dreamer. Doesn’t pay attention. Talks when she should be quiet. Talks all the time. Anne had been chattering to her friends when she should have been paying attention to her lessons. Even though her teacher didn’t appreciate
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