Spring Time at home chp3

Chapter 3CROSSING THE BORDER

It was a very long road trip to the French Spanish border and honestly I was terrified of what might happen to my mother and father while we were away. Tal and Fred were quiet during the whole drive, and when I hastily broke that silence with the ´´im hungry´´ question, both just laughed but ended up again very solemn and told me to wait another hour until we reached the border. ´´Ughh alright´´ I retorted and sat back down with my arms crossed to my chest. Then I remembered my ma´s towel and told myself that it would probably be okay to open even if we weren’t at the border yet, I mean we were kind of close. As I started unwrapping my towel carefully the car stopped, Fredrich got off nervously and I re wrapped my towel and hid it in my pocket. ´´Gal, your name will be Thomas, ok? And im your sister Natalie! We need to say we are French Christians and are going to visit our sick grandpop in Spain…you got it?´´ Asked Tal hurriedly. I just nodded. Two men came back walking with Fred, both were soldiers and I think were speaking German. I remember one of them pointing at me and asking in a very sharp French accent if I was their son, my sister had responded no and told them I was her younger brother and that we both were orphans. He then asked me what my name was and I retorted…´´Thomas´´. The man smiled and gave me a pad in the head (nothing like Tal´s pad, because this one was forceful and cold) and let us pass. Fred sighed at relief and turned to shake my hand, then leaned over to kiss my sister.We had finally arrived at the border and I had almost forgotten about the towel in my pocket.(Sigh) ´´finally we can get a bite to eat´´ said my sister cheerfully. I opened my eyes widely in hope that we had stopped at some diner or tavern or something. ´´Ahh here we go´´ mumbled Fred as he lowered down a picnic basket with a small red table cloth. I sighed with a slight deception, but quickly retorted and sat down just waiting to be fed. As my sister opened the basket I rose up to take a look at our food, ´´ eww Tallie, what is that?!´´ some disturbing looking cheese and hard bread were facing me. ´´hold up… ahh here we go´´ muttered Fred as he took those foods out and uncovered more food at the bottom. There was good cheese, soft bread, fresh wine, some ham (first time I tasted it) and a round plate holding my mother’s famous cheesecake that I loved so much. After a very full stomach, Fredrich closed the basket and folded the red cloth…´´we should go´´ he said.