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This is from Real Sex by Lauren Winner. Marla wasn't certain she wanted to see Josh again, yet she had just spent some intimate time with him. Second, Marla makes clear that Christians who are trying to live chastely want some concrete guidance.
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From Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers Angel clenched her fists, fighting her feelings. You knew what I was. You knew I sold myself. She wanted him to understand. Michael, it's all I've ever been. It's all I'm ever going to be. That's pure, unadulterated horse manure. When are you going to stop wallowing in it? She looked away, shoulders sagging. You just don't understand. It's never going to be the way you want it to be. It can't be. Even if there could ever have been a chance, that's gone now. Don't you see? His eyes impaled hers. Are you talking about Paul? He told you? He didn't have to. It was written all over his face. Angel offered no defense. She offered no excuses. Shoulders limp, she stared straight ahead. Michael saw she took the whole blame on herself, but she and Paul were both going to have to deal with it. So was he. He faced the road again and was silent for a long time. Why did you go back? I just don't get it. She closed her eyes, searching for a good enough reason. She could find none and swallowed hard. To get my gold, she said bleakly. Admitting it aloud made her feel small and hollow. What for? I want a little cabin in the woods.
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The burial occurred the next day in the cemetery. The synagogue, also a victim of Kristallnacht, laid vandalized, glass streaked with blood just as the shops in the stables. That night, Esther sent money to relatives in Zurich to pay the Swiss for entry for herself and Rachel. They waited nearly a year before receiving notification they could enter Switzerland. They implored Ernest's Grandpa Jacob to go with them. He stubbornly refused, stoically awaiting a certain trip to the camps in what was left of his home. The squeal of metal as the engine applied its brakes returned Rachel's attention to the gloom of the rail car. The intensity of the squeals slacked as the train slowed. Her mother stirred. Where are we, Rachel? I don't know. What do you think, mother? I think we should gather our garments. This train has not traveled long enough to reach Munich. There could be trouble at this stop. We must try to escape. Find a small parish church. Seek refuge. Rachel picked up the bag containing her purchases. But mother, the new Pope has turned against us. Esther sat next to Rachel on the hard wooden bench, whispering to her, There are many parish priests that are in defiance of the Pope's edict. We must find a parish church wherever we have stopped. Otherwise, the same fate that awaits Grandfather Jacob awaits us. Rachel heard movement in the rail car just behind her and her mother. You two are getting off here. Move it out. Esther said, Who are you? Are we in Munich? I'm the conductor. Where you are is none of your concern. Jew girl, get off the train or I'll throw you off. Come along, Rachel, Esther said. Put on your sweater. Esther and Rachel stepped from the train. A cloud passed from in front of the moon. A small red brick building lay at the end of a stone walkway. A man, bulky in his overcoat, stood at attention, holding an object on his shoulder. They walked slowly toward the building and the man. As they came abreast of him, he brought a gun horizontal. The bayonet extended a foot past his left hand. Her mother gasped. Rachel grasped her mother's arm. Esther was staring at a small sign on the red brick wall. Dachau. Esther halted in front of the guard. We are German citizens from Berlin who have come to visit relatives in Dachau. No harm should come to us here, soldier, or I will inform your superiors. He reacted with a silly grin, his fat cheeks jiggling in mirth. Madam, no one gets off the train from Constance at this stop in the middle of the night unless they are Jews turned back at the Swiss border. You and your daughter must come into the station house with me to await interrogation by the Gestapo. If your papers are in order, you will be released. He backed three paces away from Esther and Rachel, lowering his mauser and prodding them toward the wooden entry door of the station house. No trouble now. I know how to use this weapon. Esther and Rachel huddled against the red brick wall of the station house, Esther in front of her daughter, blocking her from his view. Neither moved. He pointed the muzzle of the weapon toward Esther's abdomen. Through the door. Move. They didn't. He advanced. Move. Rachel grabbed the man's arm. Esther reached for the weapon. The guard grunted. He wrenched the rifle free. The weapon fired. The explosion resounded in Rachel's head. Esther slumped against the wall. Mama, cried Rachel. She sank to her knees. The blood of her mother ran onto her hands. Esther raised her eyes. Come close to me. You have been the shining moment of my life. You must seek shelter. Escape somewhere. You must save yourself. My heart goes whiff. Rachel continued to hold her mother. Esther's face paled. Breathing ceased. A voice came. Help me. Help me. Rachel turned. The guard's head oozed blood. A ricochet wound off the wall. Help me. Help me. Push the buzzer in the station house to call for help. Rachel gazed at her mother, then turned again to the guard. Call his superiors? Rachel grasped the guard's bayonet in her hands and put the blade against his throat. No noise. No noise. Do what you have to do to survive. God will forgive you. The guard's eyes bulged. His mouth formed a soft, please. Grasping the stock of the mauer with both hands, she shoved the bayonet through his neck, severing a vein, blood spurting. The tip exited the trunk on the other side. With a shudder, she dropped the rifle, its wooden stock resonating against the stone, an appendage to a writhing form.
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From Before We Were Free by Julia Alvarez Attention from the government's secret police was the last thing our family needed. The morning after Susie's party, a black limousine with palace plates rolls up our driveway and delivers a bouquet of roses tied with red, white, and blue ribbons, the colors of our flag. The little card reads, Para la linda Lucinda, flor de la patria, de un admirador. For the beautiful Lucinda, flower of the nation, from an admirer. Mommy flings the card to the floor as if it's contaminated. I told you to keep that shawl over your shoulders, she scolds Lucinda. Poor Mommy is so desperate she has to find someone to blame. Lucinda bursts out crying the minute she realizes the roses are from El Jefe. He's not going to take me away, is he, Mommy? Oh, please, Mommy, don't let him take me away. Mommy hugs Lucinda so tight her hairband falls off. That man gets near me, señorita, I'll cut off his c-. Mommy glances over at me. His hands.
