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    Prologue and Everyone has a History Chapter 1

    Story written on March 27, 2021 by SuperK.
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    It was hot and muggy and the tube inside his shirt rubbed in a painful way against his side as he moved in the direction out of the city.  He passed a rickety wooden cart being pushed by an old man who nodded as the young man peddled by him.  The young man didn’t really

    It was hot and muggy and the tube inside his shirt rubbed in a painful way against his side as he moved in the direction out of the city.  He passed a rickety wooden cart being pushed by an old man who nodded as the young man peddled by him.  The young man didn’t really know what he had, but he knew if he got caught the punishment would be swift by the occupying German Reich authorities. 

    Later that night, the young man gazed up at the familiar cracked ceiling of his bedroom.  He kept going over in his mind what he had done and the object hidden under his dresser.  What would his parents say, he wasn’t even sure why he did it.  His parents were not part of the active resistance that had grown throughout the French population. They would demand he get rid of it for sure, even though they were resisting in a subdued manner.    His older brother had left to join the resistance after the Germans came to occupy Paris and he was waiting for his brother to comeback so he could join too. 

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    Four years later, the boy who was now a man walked into his family’s home.  He walked around the dark kitchen remembering the last meal he had with his brother and father, both killed fighting in the resistance.  His father left to fight against the Nazi’s when he found out he would be sent to Germany as part of the forced labor policy.  His mother and sister remained becoming strong partisans. 

    He put the small bundle of personal possessions on the table trying not to disturb the only resident. His mother still remained in the home as he found out not so long ago.  His sister, married and gone.  He made his way to his bedroom in a deliberate approach, looking around realizing how far he was from the young man that used to occupy this room.  He took a deep breath and reached under the dresser.  A rise smile came to his face as he removed the canvas that was hidden in a way that would not be easily found for the duration of the war.  He rolled it up, took one more look around and headed back to the kitchen.  It was there he saw her standing with the streetlight illuminating her presence.  She wore her nightgown with the robe open.  Her dark hair was disheveled and hanging in a way that was not snug at her neck.  He had never seen his mother like this, even when she was up early making breakfast for the family.  A knowing smile crossed her face as no words needed to be said, he was leaving before he even really came back.  He tried to look away, but could not stop staring at her hazel wet eyes glistening with fear and her forehead pleated with worry for what she did not know. He moved towards this strong woman who had survived occupied Paris for all of its four years.  He leaned in and held his mother for what would be the last time, feeling his own eyes begin to well.  A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed hard as he gave her a kiss good-bye. With hesitation he turned and shut the door without a sound as he left his home for the last time.

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    1. Hey Lady,

      WooHoo!!!!! You posted!!!!!

      Can’t wait to read your update & welcome back!!!!

      Will get to it this weekend – I promise!!!

      I am so excited for you!!!!

      Will comment soon.

      All the best my friend.

    2. Hi! I write again when i read it full, but i remember the history about this two exhibition – i remember that amount of people who attended the second exhibition ”Degenerate art” was huge, much more than approved by nazi ”German Art ”

      P.S. Thank you for the new (continuation) story!

    3. Hey SuperK,

      Again, welcome back to the site. You have been missed.

      Glad to see the continuation of this story. Love them being back together.

      So it seems there will be lots if twists & turns to this part of the story.

      Hope this memory of Laura doesn’t interfere with the Tibette relationship this time around.

      I have viewed many shows on this subject of the missing art & where many of the pieces still might be that haven’t been recovered yet. Very interesting.

      So glad to see James back & in partnership again with Bette. They were a very good team.

      Hope Bette & Tina keep the lines of communication open & avoid some of the earlier pitfalls of their relationship.

      Looking forward to how this will all unfold.

      Thanks so much!!!

    5. This is a very interesting story plot line….. a missing painting from the Nazi era…. the convergence of the subject matter being so coincidently landing at Bette doorstep at the same time….

      I’m afraid that I will have go back and reread the prior story as I simply do not remember what time frame this story is taking place nor what Bette and Tina’s relationship is with each other than they are together and that they seem to be infatuated with each other.

      A mature stable couple would never have a problem with a lover prior to their relationship which occurred 20 to 25 years ago particularly when the other party is dead. So unlike other commenters, I could see no more problems with this Laura character for Tina anymore than I could see Eric being a problem for Bette. They are a part of their history which is long past….

      I see that this is a golden opportunity for Bette and Tina to work as a team on a project which they both have a mutual interest in – Bette in the art world and its preservation and Tina in the movie script for potential production.

      Thank you for this beginning….

    6. Hey welcome back,

      Interesting start and i am hooked.

      Like Tina, what a coincidental for all that to happen now and Tina got a script exactly a year before?

      I love to read about the WWII and especially about the Nazi’s.

    7. Delighted to see a new story from you.

      I have reread the whole story of Love Loss and Living and completely enjoyed it, thank you. Now I am really keyed up for this new adventure and trust my favourite couple will be taking the journey together.

      Looking forward to more posts.

    8. Super K
      I am really happy to see this chapter for several reasons. First, I love that you are back and more wonderful than ever and secondly this is such an intriguing plot that I can’t wait to see where you take it. I agree with Martha that there should not be any concern from a relationship that happened so long ago but I am sure there are twists and turns to come as you research and write more. For now, I will bask in the knowledge that there is more to come and enjoy the ride you are taking us on. Peace my friend and for the sake of our escapism please write more!

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