Cover Page Table of Contents Author's Preface Teaching Rationale EXCERPTS <  Escape, p. 6  In Hiding, p.105  > Escape, p. 6 [. . .]       It’s the end of the day.       I’m standing in the courtyard outside my school, waiting for my cousin, Jeannette. Minutes pass, and she does not come. Someone from my kindergarten class comes to tell me that Jeannette must have gone home sick, just after noon. I turn and run down the steps and along the courtyard, then into the cobblestone streets of Toulouse. [. . .]       I have walked these streets with Jeannette so many times that I can find my way by myself with no trouble. I am laughing as I run. This is the first time I’ve every gone home from school without Jeannette. Rue de l’Aqueduc, that’s the name of my street. I say it to myself over and over, so I won’t forget. I turn a corner and pass many shops. Sometimes, I like to walk into the shops, especially when there is candy inside. I like to smell the chocolate, but I haven’t seen any candy in a long time. The shops in Toulouse seem half empty. Maman says you can’t get things in the stores now that you used to find cheaply before the war. She goes out for food every morning before I am awake.       I pass the signs for the bakery and the bookstore on the corner, boulangerie and librairie, and I peer into the window of the bookstore, because there is a copy of a book about our Marshal, Marshal Pétain, in the window. Just as I reach the street light at the corner, a woman comes out of a doorway and blocks my way. I recognize her, but I can’t remember her name. Her face scares me. How does she know me?       “Well now, I’ve been waiting for you, little Renée,” she says. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”       “Home,” I tell her.       She calls me by the French name that Jeannette gave me when she first took me to school in Toulouse. At home, I am still called Ruth; but in public, everyone must think I am French, and so it was Jeannette, always so wise and practical, who had given me my new name.