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unpleasant. I fear of what is to become of my country.”
    An uneasy silence came over the room. Winston grimaced. Perhaps it is worse than I thought . Winston broke the impasse. “Now Mrs. Kruger and Herr Professor Kruger, I’m so pleased that you have survived the rigors of your trip.”
    Professor Kruger shook Winston’s hand. Mrs. Kruger said, “It was pleasant… much more so after we left Germany, if only temporarily.”
    Professor Kruger said, “Germany these days is not the most enlightened of places. Adolf Hitler and his ilk have seen to that. They have no appreciation for higher education or free thought. They would like nothing better than to have everyone bend to their simplistic slogans.”
    Mrs. Kruger said, “Dear, this will pass. Hitler is nothing more than a fad. Germany will come to its sense. At least, I hope that is the case.”
    Winston said, “And this must be Wolf.” Wolf was dressed rather smartly, just like his parents. He was somewhat tall for his age, and his wiry frame was showing the first signs of filling out. Winston noticed that Wolf not only had a rock solid chin, but the young man had a presence about him. Perhaps that was missed by the others in the room, but not by Winston. What do we have here? Indeed . “You’re a fine specimen, my boy. I’ve heard much about you.”
    “Thank you, Sir Winston.”
    Clementine motioned to the sofa. Mr. and Mrs. Kruger sat down. “Tea for everyone?” Professor Kruger and his wife nodded.
    Winston said, “Scotch and water for myself and young Wolf.” Wolf slyly smiled. He was game .
    Clementine said, “Winston.”
    “My dear, a nip of scotch would round out the lad’s higher education. Especially since Wolf is to be at the helm of my two-man sailboat at tomorrow’s Regatta. It is an important task. Much is at stake. Surely this is the year the trophy from the Regatta will come home to Chartwell. I will place it on the mantle. Wolf and I will drink milk from it...or something else.” Wolf laughed and smirked.
    Clementine wanted to reprimand Winston. Instead, she said, “Perhaps you may want to ask Wolf before you drown him in the River Thames. Let him be; he just arrived on these shores.”
    Wolf said, “That would be great fun Sir Winston. But I haven’t navigated a sailboat, much less raced one.”
    “The learning curve is steep,” said Winston. “By noon, you will be an expert.”
    Professor Kruger said, “Wolf has taken to the sky in a glider. They say he is a natural pilot.”
    Wolf said with an air of assurance. “My wish is to join the Luftwaffe as a fighter pilot.”
    Clementine spoke sharply, “And your parents approve?”
    Mrs. Kruger answered quickly and with resolve. “We certainly do not. Wolf will make a fine mathematician. That would be something that we all can be proud of.”
    Wolf looked at his mother, and her heart sank. “But I want to fly. I will fly. It is my dream.”
    Professor Kruger wasn’t amused, “Wolf—”
    “Yes, father.”
    Professor Kruger’s voice became stern and unrelenting. “Glider instructions were to be part of molding you into a whole person and not a means to an end. No different than taking piano lessons or gardening. In fact, Sir Winston is a well-known lover of plant life. Isn’t that true Winston? But that doesn’t mean his career path was to be in agriculture.”
    Winston said, “But many in the House of Commons would be more than pleased to see me toiling in the fields. They’d give me a parting shovel, plated in fool's gold, to work the manure pile. They would chuckle from the deed. I would not. It would serve them right if I had a green thumb.”
    Wolf said, “Politics is rough, then Sir Winston. And not fair?”
    “That is true my boy. But I’d rather plant tulips than dogfight in an airplane. Especially if my machine gun jams.”
    Mrs. Kruger bristled. “I didn’t raise a well educated young man, with academic potential to fly the skies as the Red Baron. He was a