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The East German soldiers told us in their broken English, to get out of the car as they pointed their rifles at us. We were petrified, but we kept our thoughts to ourselves. One wrong move and the soldier, who was still holding the rifle on us, would gun us down without a second thought. Finally, one soldier crawled under the car to see if anyone was hiding under our car. My palms felt sweaty and I was afraid to wipe them off on my dress, thinking one wrong move and we would be executed.

Sally’s grandfather is a retired cartoonist. He creates the comic Marchmont just for her. This middle grade story blends the antics of Sally’s family life with the comic strip’s fictional characters.