“The chaplain?”
“Yes, in the camp chapel, late at night or early in the morning, with two of my comrades as witnesses.”
“Have you spoken to him, then?”
“I have, and he says that being made in a Lutheran church by a Lutheran clergyman, it would be a good marriage according to German law, so Germany would receive you.”
“But where ... where should we go to?”
“My mother’s first.”
“Your mother’s?”
“Where else? Oh, she’d love it! She’s the best mother a man ever had. Do you know, she has written to me every single week since I came here. And now she’s only living to welcome me home.”
“But, Oskar, are you sure she will....”
“Welcome you? Of course she will. She’s growing old, poor soul, and has been lonely since my sister’s death. After we’re married I’ll write to say I’m bringing another daughter home to love and comfort her....”