At first Berta doesn’t understand the childish request and in the silence as she is staring at Ursel over the rim of her glasses the little nurse looks up at her with tears in her big brown eyes clutching the older woman’s hand with her stubby fingers.
“Yes, I suppose this one time we could”, Berta says after some hesitation, the words coming slowly over her dry tongue, leaving unspoken what for Ursel deserved such a favour and many other things she prefered not to say.
Very swiftly (comparisons to butter would be in bad taste) Berta cuts through the pretty soldier’s tendons. Snip, snip, the strings are cut. Despite the anaesthetics he moans, quietly like the dreamer in a nightmare. Goosebumps crawl down her back. The ugly little nurse holds his hand and Berta is close to tears at how beautiful a sight it is.
“Can we please keep him?”
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