“That was the real time of starvation, those years,” Alice later grimly recalled. One evening, after a dinner consisting of a handful of dried peas, she felt her legs sagging under her. She sank to the floor, too weakened by hunger and fright to stand. A small portion of peas was being saved for Fronz’s arrival home. “May I have... just one of Father’s peas?” Alice asked. Her mother handed her a single pea, on her face the most terrible anguish Alice had ever seen in a human face.
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