So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.