NEWS: I’m off to LA this week for Shriekfest! Hopefully THE HUMANITARIAN will knock ’em dead and suck their blood. Or something.
EXCERPT:I leaned backward to look at Rudolf. Thirty centimeters taller than me, and he always stood too close. He never forgave me for despising him, and I never forgave him for seducing my sixteen-year-old brother out of my home and into his decadent life. Inside of a week of meeting Rudolf, Ernst left school, moved out of the apartment, and started singing at the new El Dorado, a queer club on Motz Strasse. I barely saw him after that. Rudolf had turned him from a serious student into a chanteuse.
“He’s not a child any more,” Rudolf said. The front door swung shut behind his back. “In fact, he’s turned to defiling them himself.”
“What are you doing here, visiting Ernst?” I knew Ruldolf was not just visiting, but a lie from him might be illuminating.
“He’s not here.” Rudolf pursed his thin lips. “You look pasty in that horrible coat, Hannah. It is the color of a paper bag. And the cut is all wrong. Are you dressing out of the dustbin?”
“Where is he?” A cold weight lodged in my stomach.
“Cavorting with that Nazi boy he’s seeing no doubt.” Rudolf scanned the street.
“Nazi boy?” I stuttered.
“Someone more his own age. A luscious youth.” Rudolf hefted the box against his narrow hip. “Someone of whom you would approve.”
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